If you only know how a stone sings
If you feel how a mountain grieves
If you see the farthest star in our milky way
If you weep when a jealous wind tears the loveliest petal of your rose
If you breathe out a sigh that once came out of a dying star
If you get a desire when a bee sucks the honey out of a flower's womb
If you feel sad when a dry leaf falls from the care of a branch
If you dream when a lonely wind murmurs in one autumn evening
If you suffer when the wild wings are brutally killed by a brute's desire
If you see a beauty when two lovers make a sensuous love
If you smell an odour when the last hue of the day's sun melts into an evening's soft bossom
Then you create a Taj in your mind and share with thy kingdom
Thou art a Poet
Everything else is for you.
the sensitivity is brilliant. The imageries are inspiring. Fine write..
Though art the poet Shamik. Stunning imagery about how we poets are such sensitive souls. We can't help it, but we can express it and if it is like you, it will always be beautiful.....10 love Karin
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A VERY WELL EXPRESSED POETIC TRUTH! HERE IN DELHI I AM SURROUNDED BY A HIGHLY MATERIALISTIC SOCIETY WHERE -'LAXMI' IS WORSHIPPED NIGHT & DAY; WHO HAS EVER HEARD THE NAME OF 'SARASWATI' - ANY WAY? ! FOR YOUR POEM 10 + -Raj