A  POET

A poet is a prophet by instinct

This in his writings is distinct

His outlook is universal

And not in any case personal

He has keen observation

It enables him to have absolute perception

To perceive the core of everything

This you and I do not possess

That is why we are still the one of the masses

A poet sees to perceive

He perceives to conceive

His mind is pregnant with ideas

He pours them down in his writings

Poem is a weapon in his hand

He uses it to fight out the evils from our land

He is sensitive to appreciate beauty

But he is over sensitive to tolerate atrocity

So he pierces the heart of monstrosity

Never minding the ensuing adversity

You may think that a poet is hyper-sensitive

Whose ideas are many times abortive

It is not true because it is rare

It slips his mind unaware

He loves all human beings

For they are his loving dear ones.

He knows no religion

For humanity is his only religion

His call is not a cry in wilderness

But a tap to awaken the reader’s awareness

He shakes us from our lackadaisical nature

Which to many of us is often a torture

Our mental idleness is a hibernation

Which blinds us to the existing corruption

He insists on teaching the principles of living

For he detests the principles of existing.

His mental fortitude can never be shaken

Which he aspires to inculcate in every citizen.

                                                                  

                     by   -   vazhkaipriya