The young bard writes,
He soars high with the wings of poesy,
But soon the severe reality drags him in the dingy earth,
He cries and cries in deep pain and resentment.
When he becomes tired,
Someone Whispers to his ears,
"Don't cry, dear friend!
This is the tragic fate of all the poets,
But they can meditate deeply for a long time
And can successfully create a tranquil poetic realm only for themselves
From where no one can dethrone them then,
Take lesson from those eminent men and write."
This wonderful piece of poetry is my favorite one! I derive a great pleasure in reading this fabulous poem time and again! Long live your poetry dear Anjandev! God bless you!
Congratulations, Anjandev! You have indeed soared high on your wings this time!
2) I have enjoyed very much your fascinating poem. Your poem strts with: The young bard....Can I say that experience is the best teacher? Anyhow, i like your poem a very lot. Philosophical poesy. A TOP 10 for Voting and score. God's Blessings!
I've been deep in that dingy soil and I'll take your advice! *****
Writing is a long and arduous journey. Writing doesn't always take you to the sky. It can bring you down too. But don't give up writing. A great message. Kudos!
The flight of a bird has no imitators among the earthbound. The flight of a poet has no imitators among the literal-minded. The creation is extended and rounded out by the flights of different kinds of beings. So I agree, poets have a special realm of being.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A master piece! I love reading this magnificent piece of poetry time and again! Keep writing....keep it up!