A Cup of Poetry
Hey, the Craven!
strolling like a rolling stone
running behind to make money
by foul and fair
giving the name of wiseness
lurking for lust
have made this world
worst than hell
spreading hatredness
divided the mankind
into race and religion
begone from my sight.
Let me enjoy the cup of poetry
am asking the Almighty
to pour more and more poems
in the cup of my poetry
where the moon will reflect
And I’ll kiss the moon
through cup of my poetry
to make me realise
the coldness of her breath
where stars will assemble
to enlighten my soul.
I’ll pray my master
to fill with His entire creation
when I’d be lost
forgetting all delusion of life.
ramesh rai
It so happens, that whilst one begins to read a poem, one does not see the name of the poet at first. I too was guessing whose write it could be ! The first guess was Gopal Lahri, but no it is Ramesh Rai, a poet who I am sure shall come to mind in the times to come.
Thank you so much Lokesh Roy for your beautiful words.
Nice poem
The magic and sweet nectar of poetry is unfolded in your beautiful, enlightening lines…thank God there is poetry for us desperately misfit souls in this world full of hedonism and vainness!!
hope I get to read kore of your amazing work in future. and do share your Bengali poetry too, if you can!
best,
Lopa.