A Strong Strife! Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL

Poems and songs
are pulling hard my two hands.
I loved them to walk hand-in-hand!

Poems make a point
that my voice is never good for melody.
Songs cross the point
and say, they are the wizards to draw out remedy!

My thunder is cracking for the explosive poems.
It cannot lilt with the ripples of romantic flow.

Those who love to see me as a gurgling waterfall
never like to get me into a mellifluous fountain.
They say, they love my stallion like strut and strides!
And they feel, my very unromantic approach sparks rapture!
To their eyes I am as wild as wind that never comes under a windmill!

They talk like my poems...
My song lyrics differ and believe in change.
Some others who love to see me calm and quiet,
cheer to get going and to get along with music,
echo the tune of oft-heard soft tone!

I have to make my mind
well before I am ripped into two things of not that good use!