Thy is Poet
You all which say poetry
That is messages of God to me
Poetry means heart canvas of God
I am an ordinary postman or promoter
I am messenger of him
Asleep in his words
I pour into fire works.
You all which say poetry
That is scratch of weal-woe-pique of God.
Not I but he is the poet
You do not call me poet.
He is the poet-who made the sky blue
And made the blue sea
He is poet- who enclosed the earth by flower
I’m only torn petal one after one from that
To make procession of words
You all which say procession of words
That is not procession of words only-
That is God gifted shadow of light
Following that light we walk about
This is advancing to words future
If you say this walk about procession of mass people
Then let that be procession towards destiny
Let the dream of tomorrow and future earth
Be burst open from that procession.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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