I Am A Rough Poem Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL

I am a rough poem.
I caw like a black raven
sitting on the head of a heavy hard rock
lying unseen far behind the seen lush green
where truth meets the ultimate truth
in the graveyard`s grave peace.

What shall I do with nightingales and cuckoos
that build in the air with their gifted voice a castle
inside what a story of a prince and a princes flies?
Sweet is their tone and never monotone
that rains some sugar in the giant desert of salt.

What shall I do with a parakeet or a cockatoo
that parrots what your whims utter in the Earth?
Never like them in a home in your homely cage
with lazy wings I will worship your earthy mirth.

I am a rough poem.
I caw like a black raven
and never like a pigeon
will see some coops or your courtyard as heaven.
Never like sparrows or martins
will fly up or down flop
at any masterly human clap.