A Poet's Mind Poem by Aaryan Irani

Lives, among the mysterious forest,
a paradise of poetic glee
with mountains, forests
and mysterious seas
for such a world, to god i plea;
when in a dream he said, it nests in me,
a mind, which grows like a tree
with fruits of imagination, growing knowledge,
sprouting glee
or rather a fish, who seeks to explore the ocean of wisdom,
grateful, of the joy, to it has come
A poet, in his mind, a librarian is he,
with books around, which appear so,
are blank; for him to make his destiny
For me, imagination is reality,
and reality, too is imagination
as, reality is a manifestation of our mind,
which is the hidden key of mankind
only a true poet, the importance of words does he see,
for, his mind lives in him,
a mind, at wild places; does it flee
a poet is,
but a conductor
who directs the orchestra of words,
yet sometimes, an aria with a piercing voice
a poet is he,
who lets his mind guide him,
to victory.