He Is A Poet Poem by Kakoli Choudhury
He Is A Poet
He seems to be a poet,
His deathless mind endlessly flaps,
The unimpeded soar of a hawk,
The flow of the nomadic stream.
He is the aerial gyre,
With wings of creation,
The whole world, he conceives.
Musing for a bona-fide cause,
He scribes his heart,
Like the fall of summer dowpour.
He inks vermillion
On the otherwise widowed sheets.
Drenched in fervour,
He evaporates into verses,
He casts his immortal spell.
On the morsels of words
He feeds on.
And poetry springs on him.
Oh! He is a poet indeed...! ! !
Beautiful depiction of the essence of poetry and the ingenuity of the poet, insightfully brought forth in good diction with conviction. A lovely poem indeed.
If one can look at a hing just like a hawk, from above that will capture enormously varying different hings. A poet does it using poetic eye. Hawk does it naturally. Naturally, hawk too can become a poet. Nice theme. Thanks for sharing. X
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Wow! ! This is a great piece of poetry, all the things that make up a true poet, he inks vermillion...such a great poem my friend!