Poet
In the new heart swells a mighty hope,
With the imaginative maiden, you elope,
Adorning yourself with sweetness so rare,
In the heavenly courtyard, young and fair!
Celebrating joyous feasts every day,
Who can resist your beckoning array?
Spring now spreads across every wood,
Perfuming the world, nature’s youthful mood.
With the exuberance of youth, earth’s load,
Everywhere bursts forth the life’s abode,
Nature stirred, and youth’s vigor so grand,
The world wakes, as if touched by a magical hand.
A thrill courses through every soul,
Poet, become the flowers’ joyful scroll!
On the banks where rivers gently sing,
The moon weaves a net of starlight bling,
Simple as a child, the world unfolds,
Dreams enshroud, in vastness it molds.
The ultimate sweetness of the night’s kiss,
Poet, become the jeweled sky in pure bliss!
Agitated by the anguish of separation,
The body burns in fiery desperation,
Songs of pain flow from every part,
Tears mingle with the heart’s aching art,
A cascade of sobs, boundless and vast,
Poet, be the season of rain at last!
As equals on a serene shore, they meet,
The moon and a sky’s starry fleet,
Innocent as an infant’s tender grace,
A dreamy vision, an endless embrace,
The ultimate laughter of the night,
Poet, become the boundless sky so bright!
Consumed by the fire of yearning’s plea,
With tears pouring forth like a sea,
Songs gush forth from the depths within,
Tears form with the eyes’ salty spin,
Whispers and sobs combined they amass,
Poet, be the months of Sawan and Bhadass!
No grandeur in the forest’s attire,
No fragrant garlands of blooming desire,
Vines and trees stand in parched rows,
This is the forest’s adornment, it shows,
Time’s merciless, relentless strike,
Poet, be the tree’s marble-like plight!
Lost in the sweet dreams of youth,
Entangled in the web of splendor and truth,
Desires and the elixir’s alluring sip,
Humanity in great suffering does slip,
Free from time’s severe blow,
Write, poet! The message of eternal gold!
In the sweet dreams of youth’s tender thrall,
Where worldly wealth does not enthral,
In the charm of vines and tender scent,
Man’s plight is rendered impotent,
Relentless blows of time’s severity,
Become, poet! The marble’s sobriety!
In the sweet dreams of youth, we lose our way,
Ensnared in splendor’s captivating display,
The trap of worldly desires, we fall,
Humanity, alas, is helpless overall,
Release from the grip of suffering’s fierce touch,
Write, poet! The timeless message as such!
In the fleeting charms of an ephemeral scene,
And ensnared in the web of wealth, so keen,
Breaking free from desire’s fleeting delight,
Humanity’s plight, a woeful sight,
Relentless blows of time’s cruel feud,
Write, poet! The eternal golden elude.
