Poets Poem by C. P. Sharma

Poets are prophets
Their intuition sharp
Lotus blooms in them
On the Truth they harp

Winged instrument in hand
Their imagination roams
Citizens of this world
But live in their mystic domes

They are above caste
Color creed and race
Emotionally surcharged
All living beings embrace

Life and Nature are their books
In their appearance a freakish look


* Inspired by Kuchibhotla Sarada’s poem “We are poets”