A Poet's Mind Poem by Sayeed Abubakar

A Poet's Mind

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Why my mind cries, mind does not know;
This way many had cried before;
I hear how fast waves of time go
Leaving me alone on the shore.
After many years when no more
I'll be on earth, rivers will flow,
Cuckoos will sing, tigers will roar,
And storm of my sorrow will blow.

Poets are born not to rejoice,
They come like flute only to cry;
When all others make fun and noise,
They burn in pain, burning they die.
Pains of life and people raise voice,
My mind trembles, my eyes burn dry.

Thursday, February 15, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: sorrow
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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
S.zaynab Kamoonpuri 18 February 2018

Impressive excellent poem, soulful and touching. Reminds us beautifully how life will go on even after our death and the sadness in many poet lives relatable. Kudos. Pleez do review /comment my latest poem too, titled, a song for lunar lovers

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Sayeed Abubakar 19 February 2018

Surely. Thank you, dear. I hear from you after many days. Thanks for your comment.

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Rajnish Manga 15 February 2018

Remarkable poem indicating that there is nothing personal in the writings of a poet. He has the compassion, piety and a heart beating for others. Thank you, Sayeed.

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Sayeed Abubakar 15 February 2018

Nice comment. I feel inspired.

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Sayeed Abubakar

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Jessore / Bangladesh
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