The Poet

Welkin Siskin
Washington, America

For he quests after the unknown
Not recognizable by the eyes,
And tries his hand to make it known
It seems as though he is playing a dice.
He plays dice with the universe
Not knowing the nature of things:
He pens his deep, pensive verse
To understand and feel the nature of our beings.
He the taper-bearer, the kernel of creation,
The gateway to the world’s fate,
The mentor who teaches lesson,
Who is with the creation up-to-date,
And the mind’s eyes who behold, and imagine
The grandeur of civilization, the vastness of creation.
Who with love, beauty and vigorous senses pine
For the better; he is the one to shun
All that the misfortune brings about.
He the priest, the hermit, the finder of sound vibration,
The soul-bearer, the pen that shouts
Slogan of peace, harmony and education.

@ Welkin Siskin