Amiable Touch

It is a pleasant morning, The young poet is trying To write a beautiful poetry, But in spite of his greatest effort, He can not succeed to delineate a superior poesy, He becomes sad and gloomy, He thinks it mysterious and uncanny, For poetry comes to him naturally, After a while he feels an amiable touch at his back, He turns and sees that It is the amicable touch of the great hand of the wise poet, Who advises the young bard gently, "Dear friend! Poetry comes in the tranquil domain, Your inner realm is restless and unplesant, Meditate deeply for a long time, Until and unless your inner self becomes absolutely calm and serene."