I Am But Not A Poet
Ghana Shyam Regmi
Chicago, USA
Cuddling in the cuddles of
Natural rapid
Rippling in the ripples of
The river
Flowing in the flows of
The sea
Jiggling in the jiggles of
The ocean
I am just a wave
And restless fish I am
And a sprout
In the spring off-shooting
I am not a poet.
Not a bushy-grown basil
I am just a new shoot
Not the space wanderer
Just a crystal cloud I am
Not a sooty-smoke burnt of force
And the narrow sky
I am but a vastness
But I am not a poet.
I am just a honey bee
No ability have I to collect nectar
I have of savory-flavor
I am just an earth, a little I germinate
You are the reason of savory-flavor
The poet embellishes the poems relishing
And writes thoughtful poems
Pondering on a heading
To become a prey of any element
In the pond of fire
He describes the nature
Strewing the rosary of buds
While the tufts by other
The poet soars higher than
The height of the air
The hard-object by the poet
At once easily melts it
And grows in the lunatic heart
The new off-shoot
Thus…..,
The poet is the divine boon
Who races with the pen’s tip
In the realm of fancy power
Being sentimental in the thoughtful waves
Therefore…, I am not a poet.
The poet never requires a route
He is just a lunatic thinker
Nor he requires the paved path
And an artificial shuttle too
He remains cycling
In the dense forest
Not matching he is with an abortive guffaw
Nor longs he for affection and love of vanity
So, the poet is a natural-award
The creator of creations
And fills up to the throttle
He is the cliff of self dependency
And the high hill
Who can undo the hats of
Inhuman elements
He is a with stander, bomb and nuclear weapon.
The poet is the peaceful soul of humanity
The gem of ocean, chair of five gems
And the priest of imaginative pergola
The poet is a pen, the fowl of a lake
And the orchid of the pond
That blooms green, red and yellow
And Alankar literary-wave-surfs
But, I am not a poet.
I am not a poet
The poet is common
And a lamp of pitch darkness
Which can re-life
And the dancer of dancing
Indelible stamp of nature
But, I am not a poet.
Retold in English by
Yadu Raj Baral
Michigan, USA
The above poem is from Poem Collection book named “Chachalka” published on 1st Baisakh, 2059 B.S.