A Poet Is An Untold Expression Poem by Aadil Hingorjo

Brimmed, bustled, and all bowed down
The poet is not a plain man
He's very hard to be loved
He's rude to his own rhythms
Romantic cyclone stirs him
He's close to melancholies
His very pen paints pains
Attached with grief, he sings there
Awakening the dawns, he remains unsettled
A poet, my dear, is the most unsettled man!
He writes the layers of nature
And embodies the silence of human heart.
He cannot be understood; he can be amused
He cannot be observed; he can be felt
He enlightens where darkness prevails
Homed to darkness, he lives a light
His poetry cannot be slow
His scheme cannot be dim
Shadows the shores, and overshadows night
The poet is the picture of universe
Universe is beautiful if he breathes there
The entire civilization is orphan without him
He's a group; he's an alone man
He's a lover; he's the burnt leaf
Untrue to himself, he lies true
Truth runs through his veins
He's unnerved to his own voice
An unfulfilled desire marks the poet
Comrade of God is a poet
Immense intellect is a poet
Sentiment and sympathy accompany him
He lavishes the lamps
And enthuses the eras
The poet, my lord, is a timeless journey
In his journey to poetry, he's diverse
Diverse, different, and doubtful at the time
He's broken to beats;
He's tussled with trauma
The poet himself is a trauma
A trauma that sketches the aesthetic Azaan
The poet is a firm believer
He's a profound atheist
He's a genuine agnostic
Poet's dance never ends down
He's an unstoppable music
Uncredited art, and unsung speech
A poet is the marvel of literature
Mystery of humanity
And the song of Cuckoo...
A poet's intensity is endless
He's the timeline of eternity
A hallmark of unwritten stories!