Poem Poem by Upendra Majhi

Poem is like photon,
Now born, now dies,
Like bubble, now floats, now burst,
Like few flowers, now bloom, now withers,
Like wee hour, now dawns, now disperses
Because they speak of peace,
Because they talk of truce,
Very few words are allotted to poems,
Words are in short supply for poems,
Retrieving them from deep
, mundane abyss is difficult,
climbing gradients is not
Talk of wealth,
Wealth words will accumulate,
Talk of desire,
Desire words will mushroom,
Yet you will collect poem words from rare shores
As pebbles.
Thou art the poet.