Poet not to remain quiet

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By Jadia4708au

It is essence of poet not to remain quiet Even though may not have knowledge considered to be basic The thoughts and images must reach to the masses As they may have enough of it to read in classes The flower may not know what fragrance it has There might not be awareness yesterday as it was Still there may be bright tomorrow to celebrate It may be simple try by poet to project and narrate The poets are called crazy and thought driven They do not bother for their appearance even They eat whatever they get and stay wherever they are The world is so close to them and not very far They are part of each living object They accept it in mind and never reject They try to feel natural belongingness And it is there as gift to feel oneness Not all can feel the impulse of nature Not all can see the well being of future Only few can breathe with it and survive They make it perfect and try to revive It requires third eye to feel the real soul You may witness it casually and not as whole You get hurt when something wrong is done to nature You express sorrow when over apathy to cure Not that people are cruel and less sentimental They may be part of bad set up and very much instrumental Yet poet is different from others and feels grieved He has the noble soul and her words are respected and believed Everybody may be passing through critical phase There may be mad race and long chase Yet there may be enough of reasonability in approach Poet may try to project but not attempt to teach or preach Some of them may be called nationalist Some one may be well known as futurists Some may come out as strong supporters of the liberty Some may prove very good at prayers of almighty It is not that only poets do great service People from many walks of life also suffice Their contribution is well known and of very good standard It is the basis for which to go ahead and look forward But the rainbow can only be seen in poetic heart By little appearance of natural beauty it will simply start It will pen beautiful words to please old and young alike Not all the ideas may occur to all or strike

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