Vast canvas under the sun lay in front
Nothing that comes in the way to paint
The pristine pure purpose to solely invent
Myriad languages to bring forth and vent
Pent-up emotions, poignant moments
Loads of injustice heaped in torments,
Anywhere everywhere on this planet:
On the powerless person or voiceless beasts
Enchanting bee or birds or dwindling forests
To stir the soul and prick the conscience
To find the ways and seek the justice
When everyone canvasses for their cause
Relentlessly marches without saying ‘Quit'
Carrying on forever, not to yield - The Poet!
(On the occasion of World Poetry Day - 21st March 2018)