A Poet.Is He The Man Who..?
A poet-
With dream as his face
with his feet a few feet
ever above the ground
walks all over the earth-
With his beaks of intellect
pecks at all fancies
that come within his grasp-
Scattering the rich soil of this earth
upon the expansive space,
and scooping with gusto
the luminous seeds of heavens
and showering them on earth in joy-
are these his daily routines?
Is he the wanderlust
who plucks blissful word-flowers
in the dense jungles of language
with an inimitable craze?
Is he the marvellous humming-bird
that pumps into the throat of words
the sweet honey of a secret sky
in immeasurable ecstasy?
Are those trillions of golden rays
of rising sun unfolding
in ineffable elegance
his intellectual outbursts?
Is he the master weaver
who costumes the silky words
and walk the thoughts
on the ramp of our hearts?
poem by Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar
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