Apoet

-A POET- *********** Sometimes high as the Everest, And fly above human thought, Sometimes on viewless verb He floats, A poet is a confused soul within without. A starlet Night and Clouded day. Sometimes to the ditch, the abysmal sheath He falls, A poet is a Mightier mind that moves between alpha and omega. Drink the elysian juice that flows beyond fancy and sometimes he is found careless puffing Cigar. Sometimes saga like Plato comes and Looks with doubtful Mind, The creative fancy of the bards, rejecting fancy as fallacy and false. Sometimes Milton comes and soars above, With Mighty Rhyme He travels beyond reality known. With fanciful brain He challenges the Truth, Unreal becomes real and new cosmos is formed. A poet is a creator and he creates the truth, Knowingly or unknowingly He knows the truth, Hence trouble starts to torture the poets, A poet is a sufferer with no solution. He is a Knower of truth the highest one, Sometimes He goes beyond prophets known, With immortal verse He says essential truth, That scriptures fall to embrace The length and breadth, 'Paradise Lost and Metamorphosis', No less than scriptures that preach. Sometimes he falls like a common folk, With pain in heart he cries for good for nothing, A poet is both moonlit and deep dark night. The peak of imagination, the highest like a Star, And often cries for a Pipsqueak and fights for small bosket. A poet is an oscillating spirit, From heaven to hell He travels with easy access, Through Sincerity He becomes divine spirit, Preach the Gospel of love among humanity, Sometimes He falls beyond Mind and Cries for help. He dwindles below and above the Cloud, With The Sun he smiles and with The Moon he cries, He is a Banyan tree like Homer and a soft Douceur like Shelley or Keats or Me poet yeps poet, Sometimes He reigns in Hell and creates Pandemonium, And often He cries with Bleeding heart, On the horns of Lamb he is torn into pieces. A poet is a flowing river with ups and downs Full of music and silence sound and subdued. He is a valley with top and invites rain of sunlight, And bottom deep unfathomable measureless to man. A poet is a bird and the song of that birds, The ocean and it's salt, The luminaries of the earth are the poets Who sing the song of humanity Avoiding personal loss and sorrow. The wisdom and sincerity, Love and compassion, passion and dispassion, knowledge and ignorance in perfect balance Make a poet, A poet is a peculiar possibility rare to find in common folk. A messenger of God and a prophet to sing the song of joy and sorrow of human Shore. *********************