Walt Whitman Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Walt Whitman, on reading you,
Read I into the making of
Your mind,
Mind and mood
And mentality,
Dram and vision,
Visionary glides
And clutching
Of your own

A poet you were transcendental,
Cosmic and metaphysical,
Of cosmic vision
And metaphysical dimension
Were you
A vagabond,
A gipsy,
A wanderer,
A seafarer,
A mariner,
A map-maker

A tourist and a traveller,
A cartographer,
A landscapist and an imagist,
A flier,
A dreamer,
You were transcendental,
Cosmic
And metaphysical,
Vedic,
Upanishadic
And Puranic,
A narrativist of a masterstroke

As your thirst was thirst for knowledge,
Knowledge and wisdom,
A realisation of the self
And saw you it
In the oneness of souls,
The Universal Mind,
The Unity of Souls,
In Atman saw you Parmatman,
The Atman leading to the Parmatman,
A self-knowledge
Rarely comprehensible
Which understood you
In confidence.