I call him a poet
He
Who beautifies his loneliness
Sitting all alone
In the dark.
Someone
Who has stopped
To compare with
The hills of status,
The oceans of achievement,
The deserts of pain,
The Suns of ego,
The Moons of pleasure,
And even if
Has stopped
Chasing his own shadow,
The very epitome of
Being followed by others.
Such a being-
A pure soul,
An innocent heart,
A creative mind,
A light body
Ready to fly up high
And sigh any pain away.
He is really
Second to God-
God of creation,
God of Nutrition,
God of Destruction-
The Poet.
Such a being- A pure soul, An innocent heart, A creative mind, A light body Ready to fly up high And sigh any pain away. He is really Second to God- Beautiful comparison to God.. Thanks sir for this poem. 10+++
Felt like reading it, and searched for it today.Yhanks dear poet for this sharing.
2nd attempt at posting a comment----writing is a creative art form--we get to bring characters and events into being. It's an awesome responsibility
You hear that poets. Good treatment. Good vibes. Yah poetry can be a lonely journey. Great poem.
Thanks dear for the visit and your inspirational remarks..I invite you to add your lovely remarks on some more poems. Regards
Ready to fly up high And sigh any pain away. Beautiful poem on a poet. Thanks poet for this sharing. 5 Stars.
Such a being- A pure soul, An innocent heart, A creative mind, A light body Ready to fly up high And sigh any pain away.....Great thoughts, lovely poem.
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I would like to translate this poem
I call him a poet He Who beautifies his loneliness Sitting all alone In the dark. - - - - - -A wonderful definition of a poet.It goes to my poem list.
Thanks Madam for the kind remarks.