Whole being is sprouted
with foliage of unwritten verses.
In eloquence vibration of the recitation is heard.
Impregnated passion of the poet pursue
for a benign aesthetic poetic indulgence.
A poet is forlorn and weighed down by insatiable urge
when unfinished poems trembling on the finger tips.
A poet is euphoric and randomly writes
Silhouette of classics as if doped
to conquer hearts by indelible imprints.
On full moon nights often he inhales the mist of moon
He listens to the whispers of stars and universe.
As a drunkard he gulps the ecstasy of ocean
and sleep serenely on the canopy of sky in aloof.
In spite of a hidden heralded purpose flame
his instinctive longing which is more than
just to saturate mere literary thirst.
The embedded vow of a poet refuses to succumb
Until, he signs his petition with his soulful blood.
For his blessed pen is a tool to voice and to escalate
the quandary of humanity by resigning
the reigning discrimination and injustice.
For he is capable of assimilating the vintage of virtues.
He is bestowed with sensitivity to gasp what his senses grasp
so never miss the unseen woes that drips as pearls of tears.
His ink never dries out of worshiping humanity and justice,
nor he is satisfied of admiring beauty, love, joy and peace.
For he is not only a poet but a destined warrior who fights
the tyranny of terrorism and razor casteism and racism with pen.
The soul of a poet is stirred whenever a woman’s respect is robbed
so his poetic prowess tries for a paradigm shift to regain her pride.
Before he wraps in his holy wrath
Before any hand tears his loyal petition
He assures to write and write until the judgement day comes.
It is a poet’s petition he meditated upon every moment.
© Maaya Dev 2015 March
Nore:- March 21st being International Poet’s Day, I wish to dedicate this poem to all poets !