As we were walking
the wild boy of the wind
pushed past us
kicked up some dust
then collapsed in a nearby field.
......
The other day I met-
A sad looking poet
Walking swift, very fast
Along the railway track.
I just moved ahead,
......
To write a poem
Is a task-
Not so easy as making a cup of tea
Nor so difficult as breaking a fence
To set a prisoner free.
But it is as good as breaking a way
Into the most mysterious cave
......
What shall I do with my time on this earth.
Given a long daunting path, not knowing
What history gave me at birth.
Will the road be paved by words.
Or will the woods and trees make cover for swords.
Will my breath be routed in my heart,
To speak a language only explained in art.
How do I know if the tune is fake,
Which arrow will pierce the truth,
and who points out what's at stake.
......
Nowhere seems to be the same
As it was a year or just a minute ago
See what a swift evolution this terrene has made
Where nothing is as same as we imagined to get
Before our ingress in this juncture.
Every hominid is busy in his contest
To win the senate in his pasture of passion
And even the innocent creations of daemon
Have been dragged into the marathon of heroic world
......
What shall I do with my time on this earth.
Given a long daunting path, not knowing
What history gave me at birth.
Will the road be paved by words.
Or will the woods and trees make cover for swords.
Will my breath be routed in my heart,
To speak a language only explained in art.
How do I know if the tune is fake,
Which arrow will pierce the truth,
and who points out what's at stake.
......
I have traveled so far
See and felt so spar.
Through the invisible map
rode the horses of the land
no time to lend a hand.
It seemed so fast
clearly not to last.
A divertion of a thought
premeditated or fought.
Most times a spectator
......
The other day I met-
A sad looking poet
Walking swift, very fast
Along the railway track.
I just moved ahead,
......
A poet is but
A God in disguise,
Who creates -
Worlds new and alive
Without borders,
States alien and neighbouring
Without wars,
......
A poet
Is someone who
Lives in the mortal world
But loves the immortals,
A poet
Is someone who
Lives in whirlpools of Intolerances
But loves to understand,
......