Hush, Dear Poet! Poem by Elena Sandu

Hush, dear poet!
Listen, the whispers of moon
you're like a gypsy
to the world, the more
they listen the more
they admire your songs
yet point their index
and laugh at your glooms.
They'd dance on the beat
of your soul sounding like
'Batuta'on a wooden floor.
Words bouncing back
to ease their hearts.
But no! They won't throw a penny
because so well they'd know
if you're not hungry but happy,
you'll sing for them no more.
Hush little poet
go find your brother
hold hands with the gypsy
and sing of the hunger.
Hunger of mouth
or a heart or of bare feet
or bare arms stripped
of all hugs but one:
Like gypsy, his violin hugging
Most of you poets, are sleeping
clung on your pen.
Hush, dear poet go
find the gypsy,
your friend.