good that poets never really
make money from their craft
it's a blessing in disguise
as poetry is a sacred art
money demeans it, making it
cheap rather than dear
poetry seeks men to partake
in a private journey with god
to mark his grace and terrains
and - never readers - who have
to find their own way there - to the poets
to part take in the adventures
optional though they are for poetry
meant more for evolution of souls
they can be kept in drawers
and still have their functions fulfilled
the poets who day by day,
poem by poem see themselves
coming nearer to understanding
the scheme of things of the Divine One
petal by petal their mind too
has opened and emits soft fragrance
to enlighten all who care to be around
gold and silver
- the Forbidden Apple in Paradise -
if allowed would cause many to go astray
out of their temple they would look
for gold rather than in for their god
when that happens, a million readers
will not salvage the real value of poetry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem