“Can I meet you? ” I asked poetry
“You can, you are always welcome” poetry said
“I am not an erudite” I told
“To reach me you do not have to be an erudite” poetry said
“I am not even educated” I reported
“I am beyond education” poetry clarified to me-
I kept on gazing at poetry…
Like the sky, poetry too was gazing at me…
Then Poetry uttered its message-
“Do not carry opinions and fixed notions
And do not get spoiled-
Do not yield to definitions
And do not get ruined-
Ignore people who discuss about me
Ignore people who delineate me
Have passion, have emotions
Have views, have visions
I shall be with you, you be with me
Come, you yourself find harmony”
I received that message
I crossed many a mirage
While a cool wind was blowing
In my mind and in my heart, I spoke
“Thank you mother
Keep blessing me forever”.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem