Unannounced the poets
take birth on this earth,
Standing on the shore
the moment one dreams
to ride a tide in high sea,
moves to and fro, up and down
he is a poet and not a clown
The first rain of the season
when she enjoys in the open;
when letting her silky tress down
and stretching her palms to hold the droplets,
a volume of poetry she for sure creates
Between the blue sky and the blue ocean
who in imagination chases a dark cloud,
He is a mystic to see poetry
beyond the hills to make us proud!
In the eyes that meet him in youth,
if one can see fire and sparks of life,
he along with the enchanting fairy
shall lay new embankments of poetry!
Unwritten often is the magic of poetry,
verily it lies beyond all the alphabets,
in silence and yet in perfect melody
it flows into human hearts...