The Poet Must

The poet must not be caged But from his view point judged Neither is it for moon and sun Nor for jokes and fun His mind works Always alert to find words For sympathy with human cause His endless zeal should never pause Neither has he devil’s mind Nor unreasonable, soft or kind It flows with normal sufferings He has only good words for offering I wish it should happen Poor must feel happy even Even with meager income He must always welcome My mind blows with gentle air It brings fragrance to make ideas clear No dirt of any sort in heart chamber Love and peace only matters It may not cut much ice It may not show any promise Yet it holds firm ground The peace and stability is always found So poets may belong to any land They have soul to feel till end It is with the people of universe No hard feelings with their cheers