If a man is born with eyes so deep,
Through opaque deep inside he can peep,
What is loudly told is heard by all,
A poet responds to a silent call.
He smiles with others with others he cries,
Swims with mermaids with the birds he flies,
He can put himself into enemy’s shoes,
He understands very well his enemy’s views,
With customs and taboos he’s ready to fight,
God has given him a lovely insight,
And above all is a man of deepest thoughts,
He writes a poem that wins the hearts.
Nothing I have, still write, do you know why?
I know my worth but I love to fly,
Behind night birds for the moon of sky,
I may be crazy but at all not shy,
Why to shy for love, I’m bold in it,
I know I’m not glittering gold in it,
I know where from I get hates and dislikes,
But I don’t know the source where from I get likes,
My silent lovers I salute your affection,
You hidden hits wipe out my dejection.
As long you like and love and inspire,
As long my substandard verses you admire,
I shall go on flying and dreaming for the moon,
Life smiles in dreams and smile is a boon.
With my worthless poems I shall fight the thwarts
As I have a heart that is filled with thoughts.