Can A Poet Surrender To Misery!
You can break the neck of a poet
to stop a hand to write
but the soul will spiral
spirits of expression, to run
none could kill the instinct
and none can kill the instinct.
All oceans - in a drop do lie
that a poet holds in his eye
and a world wells up in him
trickles: an extinct jewel, grim
to see unleash of a misery:
a story, of a story, in a story.
A poet puts spirit of soul in a word
the expressions to be heard -
creates, a throbbing heart scene
for heartful feelings to be seen -
strength of spirit has power: immense
to set in a sense for, sense - nonsense.
When poet is severed from ancestry
heritage belonging and home of history
displaced physically - wears torture agony,
bruised, blue and black signs to carry
memory of the Homeland gets him into the ill world of inhumane human.
© arvind shah 17/10/15
In memory of homeland, which he was forced to flee 25 years back.
Poetry is ever relevant and important and this poem is so inspiring.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. Great imagination, Arvind. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks