I Am A Poet Poem by Maahi Priyanka Raj

I am a poet, just the poet
No, no, no, I am not throwing net
I live in the world of beauty
Where I travel inch to inch
In search of peace and love …

Falling for seven wonders of colours on rainy day
Hanging white clouds, sometimes fashions my chariot
And give me wings. To fly, far, far, far away from doomy hue
Where sunlight refracts light on ocean drops brilliantly
And just like a diamond, I want to shine in clear sky

I am a poet! O' just the poet
Rising with my old little ship, on great sea voyage
Often loves to discover pearls underneath ocean floor
Sea fireflies. turquoise shores, waves and tides enchants me
For they narrate new tales for every young love of sail!

In sweetness and light, choice is pulsating my heart and soul
To follow the road not taken, not worn out by other travellers
Sometimes withered Roses in frost, engraved strutting path


In agony, in hopes, in belief, in faith, in moments in memories
Romantics paved a new vista, through Lake district to South Coast


For I am a Poet, O' just the Poet
A wandering soul, in search of wisdom
In lap of countryside, sometimes in dark woods
Lost, found, tumbles, crumbles and shaken
Enough to rejoice vibrant symphony on blue planet!

Sometimes I try to come around crystal fall, snowflakes
Cherry blossoms, Autumn cheer, spring Fever and summer saga
Living in mesmerizing glade where divine goodness of nature
Nurture, nourish, fosters in cool breeze beneath pines and vines
Just to relief from warm breath, scorching my throat amidst haters

I am a Poet, Just the Poet
Across thousand miles away from home, chasing my dreams
To have a fairy tale Chalet, to live in solace-down to Paradise
Beyond escapism, Beyond feminism, beyond modernism, beyond charlatanism

I am a lyrical girl, in my curly hair, from heart of North east Mountains
To pen amity …lives from yellow grassland, to floating coast
Just like wheat fields, I cherish the beauty of golden harvest
For rush of wind from the West land, reminds me of simplicity
Of Keats' verse of an ecstatic changeover of art, culture and humanity

I am a poet, just the soulful Poet ……!
Somewhere in colossal world, penetrating my lost identity.



Excerpts from "SOCIAL BLUES BEYOND SOLEMN BALLADRY",2019
-Priyanka Raj