A Poets Petition

Whole being is sprouted with foliage of unwritten verses. In eloquence vibration of the recitation is heard. Impregnated passion of the poet pursue for a benign aesthetic poetic indulgence. A poet is forlorn and weighed down by insatiable urge when unfinished poems trembling on the finger tips. A poet is euphoric and randomly writes Silhouette of classics as if doped to conquer hearts by indelible imprints. On full moon nights often he inhales the mist of moon He listens to the whispers of stars and universe. As a drunkard he gulps the ecstasy of ocean and sleep serenely on the canopy of sky in aloof. In spite, a hidden heralded purpose flame his instinctive longing which is more than just to saturate mere literary thirst. The embedded vow of a poet refuses to succumb Until, he signs his petition with his soulful blood. For his blessed pen is a tool to voice and to escalate the quandary of humanity by resigning the reigning discrimination and injustice. For he is capable of assimilating the vintage of virtues. He is bestowed with sensitivity to gasp what his senses grasp so never miss the unseen woes that drips as pearls of tears. His ink never dries out of worshiping humanity and justice, nor he is satisfied of admiring beauty, love, joy and peace. For he is not only a poet but a destined warrior who fights the tyranny of terrorism and razor casteism and racism with pen. The soul of a poet is stirred whenever a woman’s respect is robbed so his poetic prowess tries for a paradigm shift to regain her pride. Before he wraps in his holy wrath Before any hand tears his loyal petition He assures to write and write until the judgement day comes. It is a poet’s petition he meditated upon every moment.