Poets are nodoubt the human incarnations
Accustomed to be ruled by their varied passions.
I too am a poet and to the rule no exception,
So a victim I am of my motley emotions.
The port regards his life as a dream celestial
Taking himself away from most things real,
Confusing then for him becomes the universe,
Exerting on his ming various unknown pressures.
With an over confidence he tries to find utopia
Out of the practical world, in his own myopia.
He suffers many times for his misunderstandings
Of the universe and people to him surrounding.
Then he tries to become practical and realist
But here too fails, the dreamer once iealist.
Thus, he runs to a place which is fully solitary
To get rid of the worldly peoples military.
The world too tries not to understand a poet
So on parnassus dwells this solo architect.
Poet: Ratnakar D. Mandlik
A poet often dwells in a world of imagination, far removed from practical realities! This makes him a misfit among his fellowmen and he has to withdraw into a solitary world where he is an architect, building dream castles! Fine write!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The world too tries not to understand a poet So on parnassus dwells this solo architect.....outstanding conceptualization. Beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing.