The Solo Architect Poem by Ratnakar Mandlik

Poets are nodoubt the human incarnations
Accustomed to be ruled by their varied passions.
I too am a poet and to the rule no exception,
So a victim I am of my motley emotions.

The port regards his life as a dream celestial
Taking himself away from most things real,
Confusing then for him becomes the universe,
Exerting on his ming various unknown pressures.

With an over confidence he tries to find utopia
Out of the practical world, in his own myopia.
He suffers many times for his misunderstandings
Of the universe and people to him surrounding.

Then he tries to become practical and realist
But here too fails, the dreamer once iealist.
Thus, he runs to a place which is fully solitary
To get rid of the worldly peoples military.

The world too tries not to understand a poet
So on parnassus dwells this solo architect.

Poet: Ratnakar D. Mandlik