The poet has his own dreams and land
where he stands
with his ideals
and makes it feel real
not the emperor
but poor
not the rich alone
but the downtrodden
this is his world
where he experiences miseries of untold nature
his pen moves further
to share their concerns here
he sees beyond
even living in a pond!
his imagination knows no bound
there exists happiness to be found
not born with a silver spoon
yet, he finds future, burning under the hot sun
he doesn't run away
but stays with his golden dream
let his voice remain unheard
still, he enriches the world
with his imagination
and strives hard for human relation
Dr Hasmukh Mehta
D.Litt, Folt
World poet laureate
© Hasmukh A. Mehta
Courtesy: Uttam Bhattacharya
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Saifi hashim Mahendra meht a