I Was Not A Poet Poem by Neela Nath Das
I Was Not A Poet
I was not a poet
and couldn't open
the wings of imagination.
The burdened
sorrow made me put
my frozen flakes
down on the page
of a dynamic river
which flows by the
emotion of blooming buds.
As a vagrant, I reached
here with heavy heart.
In the labyrinth of
thousand poems
I was seeking a way
to burst my caged
emotion- - - strife,
sobs, sighs, and
unrequited love......
I freed them
here and everyday
they roam and fly
in every corner
of my dear site,
Poemhunter.
Of course-we shoulder the emotions on PH by the way of poems
Indeed, poemhunter becomes a key that opens our inner souls in freedom of expression!
Beautiful poems are writ When the heart is in pain When we are low on wits Emotions the upper hand gain...
a natural composition, even i was not expecting the twist you gave and culminated it to poemhunter...it is good! the imagery is brilliant!
I was seeking a way to burst my caged emotion That is how a poet is created. Everyone can become a poet.
Lovely poem with beautiful theme that lure the mind to purify and finally cure A poet sprouts
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 5:04:52 AM # 1.0.0.1119
very good write, thanks, I like it.