Raju Poudyarl

My Way

O short linear Kakit Bukit,
Please let him go,
Else he will be at the same corner,
In the same darkness!

How much he has been waited for his whole life,
Standing at the sides wearing the constant dull smile,
He has totally surrendered,
Now he is ready to move for this moment while he is alive!

He has been envious to the happy feet of them who crossed the path,
He has been devoted those smiling eyes of them,
His heart fills with joy wheresoever he hear the steps of them,
He will follow the tune looking cheerfully at where the songs seem to come

He was once a gardener,
He used to smile when the flowers praised him ' You are the great gardener',
He knew himself that he just tried to bring the beauty of those petals and the stigmas

He was once a poet,
He laughed when the poem talked great about him,
He knew himself that he just tried to bring the beauty about her

He was once a teacher,
He smiled when his kids told him that 'You are a good teacher',
He knew himself that he just learned the beautiful things from their eyes

Now he is longer he no more,
Please let him go,
He has made up his mind for his long journey to his lord
He has made up his mind to find the guest while he is alive!

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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 28, 2009
Poem Edited: Monday, May 23, 2011

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  • Sathyanarayana M V SSathyanarayana M V S (8/28/2009 10:51:00 PM)

    VERY MUCH INDIAN. TRULY POETIC. The essences and flavours of Indian poetry I read in this poem. Quite different in style. The approach to the concept, the metaphors, the style of telling (shaili) are all truly Indian. Magical poem. Bravo.

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