A fine poet he's; he doesn't know it!
Away from the boasting poetasters' baloney
and tweeting poetesses' feminine taradiddle,
unperturbed and undisturbed,
with cool unfailing smiles,
breathing the cosmic zephyrs
of evocative fragrances...
he's sitting there pretty,
on the shores of gushing reverie-river,
trawling colorful Pisces of imagery
and vivifying the fallen Autumn's leaves around
with vernal muse!
He's still there, still, with none around...
in trance, focussed on inner tweets
of divine rhapsody!
When does the world become lucky
to read his heart...I wonder...
yeah...we the infant connoisseurs
are yet to open our eyes
to find the real poesy!
A fine poet he's; he doesn't know it!
(Dedicated to Poet K. B. Kailash Nath)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice dedication to fellow poet...... The shine of diamond is unknown to diamond....It is the beholder or the Jeweller. Great tribute..10