The Poet
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