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.
Beautifully worded. Liked the comparison of pen with piano.
Thank you so much Rishik. I liked it the way you have shaped it for your wish. Glad that my poem could be an inspiration to you. I myself have been inspired many times by what I read. But inspiration is all around us and what you see and hear would be shaped in your mind for your pen to give it a unique voice. A Voice of your own. It reflects in this poem and it will reflect in more of your poems too as you keep on writing. Thank you for sharing it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Go on writing, my dear son, go on..