Long live poets!

Why hear the unheard, and see whats unseen
Why limited are never your thoughts
And why you wish your words be rhymed
When what you stay for is “nothing in return”

You be in peace never with the normal
And you find your soul in being fanatic
You be in love with anything that exists
And you hate not even the word ‘hatred’

Why follow footprints on deserts
When you know forever it misleads
And you love mirage as splendid vision
And write in delight even when you lose

You write for those suffering catastrophes
May you be found starving since ages
You write for those smiles lost for a while
When you be sinking in tears of a life time

Your poems are seen decorating great walls
And you be found searching a roof in rains
Your words be sharp and heating up debates
But I could see you shivering bare footed

You feel and spend time dreaming
All those pains, pleasures of thousands
The rewards be defame or sarcastic words
You are still found tiring on another scheme!

You be happy with a single star given
For the very reason of being read
And you accept all those comments
Though made not knowing your pains


"Poor poets, it’s high time you faced a mirror!"

dear sir
A neatly crafted and well chiselled one
With greets
supani123@yahoo.com

thanks my friend

krishna