A Poet's Recharge

When a peacock dances, With its tail and plumage spread out like a fan, Oh! Does he at all care about where he began? When a cuckoo coos, With all her ardent passion poured into her song, Oh! Does she care whether she is right or wrong? But when a poet writes, And the poem falls flat on his indifferent readership, Oh! His morale takes a nosedive and goes into a dip. When a reader loves a poem, A poet's heart dances with his appreciative words, And soars high in the sky, just like the flying birds. His poem is like his child. So, when a poem is delivered to the readers at large, Please applaud, and give the poet a delightful recharge. Dhaka 23 May 2014 Copyright Reserved.