Poetic Vision Poem by Ratnakar Rout

They are born here like others
They do what others do normally
Apparently they are not uncommon.
But they do not think alike others.
They live on their dreams. They ponder over
Everything deeply what ever are available
Within their reach on earth and are accessible to them
But they behave indifferently at times.
While living here they present themselves
As if they are not here
They live with others but feel
They do not live with any one any more.
They made intimacy with solitude
And get peace in isolation. They
Hide them in seclusion and tranquil places.
Mingle them quietly in the beauty of nature in silence.
Identify them with sea, sky, wind, rain, flowers,
Woods, hills, even with various other tiny creatures
They consider as a part of nature
And dare to embrace the sea, sun and moon
At times they desire to get embraced by them also.
They wish to be among the twinkling stars
In the sky and caressing the sun
They intend to make love with breeze
And listen to its mellifluous chord
They hope to become perennial streams
And benevolent to all who are thirsty.
They aspire to upsurge as volcano
From the womb of the earth
And blast the mountains to pieces.
They can wish any thing and become what not.
They appear utopian and pursue that vision
They are who you know, they are
None other than the poets
Look! Who else will dwell on such dreams?
Here in this mundane world when absolute darkness
For grabbing every thing and every one
Is always in readiness behind the veil