Why I Write Poem by Diwakar Pokhriyal

Don't mistaken my shabby words,
For tides of untidy times,
They are more liberated than boundless skies,
Another world off the rhymes,

They are tickling absolute drops
Of evaporated incalculable tears,
Captured and overcame,
Unbelievable daunting fears,

Nakedness of covered pride,
They are truth of spoken lies,
Sarcasm of nominal fragility,
They are agonizing cost of dearest ties,

Pebbles of lost roads and left hands,
They are dried ink of broken nibs,
Excited surprise of harmony,
They are hidden shock of sudden cribs,

Rosy times of delicate wind chimes,
They are inexplicable amazements,
Dancing perfect synergy,
They are reincarnation of delightful excitements,

In tranquil sea of emotional earth,
I write to let thyself flow,
In symphonic tune of dew,
I write to erase every high and low.