A Poet In Search of Poem
In search of poem
I borrowed a pot from my mind
filled it bit by bit to the brim
with the pictures I brought from the distant lands
with the colors sun splashes on the morning sky
with the stories of toil and success of many I met
with the tears of mothers who see their children die
with the hopes of the distressed who face the tempest
with the smile of the child who plays with the toy
with the broken dream of the girl whose lover had gone
with the fragments of time when living was a joy.
I picked nascent words from my heart
and sowed them in the pot.
The words lay deep within me buried
in the dark niche of uncertainty of being said
or not said and heard or not heard for long.
When the time came to return the pot
I found the words I sowed expecting nothing
had grown into swarming saplings
trying to reach the sky on tender branches
so thin that butterflies could break
soaking the summer sun on the supple leaves
so small that the soft squall could shred.
I returned the pot I borrowed
planted the saplings in my memory backyard
neglected so long I didn’t know it existed.
When imagination showered the wasteland like rain
the saplings grew into plants under the sun
full of branches strong and long
studded with green and brown leaves
tangled with motifs the words of heart can weave
decked with flowers red and white
spreading sweet smell the words of soul can transmit
all arranged to create the design of being
all connected to compose the rhyme of life
I call my poem
I write for you.
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2017
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