Life Span

Not that I have descended from heaven With the qualities of poet all of sudden But I write in simple way to be felt as poet Life seems to be flowing smooth and quiet I come across many poetic versions They have pure and adorable emersion With metaphors and phrases to adore I go still deep and try to find more No where I find arrogance or intoxicant behavior They are well within their ambit and border Readers make them cautious to be reasonable No storm or lavishness with thoughts to create trouble Yet it has to be taken as god's gift With awakening of soul and consistent shift All the more important is commitment towards humanity That should be the only goal if poetry is the gift from almighty Mince no words in the theme It must directly concern and touch them What has it to do with belly of hungry man! If it has no teeth to concern with the problems of human I open the leaf from heart Take it as simple form of art Feel its pain and ink as it is felt Fragrance come automatically and smelt I have no worry to be termed as arrogant Because such type of words may be simply absent It will explain as have been experienced As if to address the problem when faced I shall write till I lay down The only trustworthy weapon That has remained thorough out the life span As water has remained life line for swan