A Wish Poem by Rishik DuttaGupta

Savita tyagi, the muse,
inspire my thoughts, and bless
your words to my pen.


I wish I were a poet,
Not like any other,
In the long list of wishes may be another addition,
My pen, like a key to a piano,
When touched in a spring noon,
Would break my monotony.
The languid humming of a cuckoo,
Would mellow in its sweet words.
The senses esoteric,
would gain life in my words.
I do smile, when alone,
At my thoughts, at my naivety.
But I do have a right to dream;
They say poets are dreamers,
So am I a poet, or
Am I asleep.
The impotency of my ink does
grasp my soul,
Do I hear my soul whimper?
The mundane thoughts, the dull desires,
The paralysed thoughts,
Are suitors to my incapacity
To sit quiet and still.
I wish I were a poet.