I Am A Poet

I am a poet, just the poet

No, no, no, I am not throwing net

I live in a world of beauty

Where I travel inch to inch

In search of peace and love …

Falling for seven wonders of colours on a rainy day

Hanging white clouds sometimes fashions my chariot

And give me wings. To fly, far, far, far away from the doomy hue

Where sunlight refracts light on ocean drops brilliantly

And just like a diamond, I want to shine in clear sky

I am a poet! O’ just the poet

Rising with my old little ship, on a great sea voyage

Often loves to discover pearls underneath the ocean floor

Sea fireflies. turquoise shores, waves, and tides enchants me

For they narrate new tales for every young love of sail!

In sweetness and light, the choice is pulsating my heart and soul

To follow the road not taken, not worn out by other travelers

Sometimes withered Roses in frost, engraved strutting path

In agony, in hopes, in belief, in faith, in moments in memories

Romantics paved a new vista, through Lake district to South Coast

For I am a Poet, O’ just the Poet

A wandering soul, in search of wisdom

In the lap of the countryside, sometimes in dark woods

Lost, found, tumbles, crumbles and shaken

Enough to rejoice vibrant symphony on the blue planet!

Sometimes I try to come around crystal fall, snowflakes

Cherry blossoms, Autumn cheer, spring Fever, and summer saga

Living in the mesmerizing glade where divine goodness of nature

Nurture, nourish, fosters in the cool breeze beneath pines and vines

Just to relief from warm breath, scorching my throat amidst haters

I am a Poet, Just the Poet

Across a thousand miles away from home, chasing my dreams

To have a fairy tale Chalet, to live in solace-- down to Paradise

Beyond escapism, Beyond feminism, beyond modernism, beyond charlatanism

I am a lyrical girl, in my curly hair, from the heart of Northeast Mountains

To pen amity …lives from yellow grassland to floating coast

Just like wheat fields, I cherish the beauty of the golden harvest

For the rush of wind from the Westland, reminds me of simplicity

Of Keats’ verse of an ecstatic changeover of art, culture and humanity

I am a poet, just the soulful Poet ……!

Somewhere in the colossal world, penetrating my lost identity.