Pushkar Bisht

(26.06.1985 / Pithoragarh (Uttaranchal))

Before I become a good poet


Before I become a good poet,
I want to be a humble man on this earth,
So I could spread the little words of my wisdom
And all my people will remain with me
To dance & sing without any trouble

Whose world is this?
For a poet or a humble man,
But my heart & soul speak to me,
This world is merely for a humble man

If I share my happy moments
With needy and homeless people
The big heart of my beautiful poetry
I will feel more comfortable than a good poet,

O my captain,
Lead me where I could have
The poetry of truth not only of words,
And before I die I won’t cry but smile
For the world that made me a humble & honest man
Not in my words but in good doings

Submitted: Sunday, March 31, 2013

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