Apoet Comments

Sometimes high as the Everest, And fly above human thought, Sometimes on viewless verb He floats, A poet is a confused soul within without. A starlet Night and Clouded day....! ! !

The wisdom and sincerity, Love and compassion, passion and dispassion, knowledge and ignorance in perfect balance Make a poet, A poet is a peculiar possibility rare to find in common folk. A messenger of God and a prophet to sing the song of joy and sorrow of human Shore.

Sometimes Milton comes and soars above, With Mighty Rhyme He travels beyond reality known. ....///

The wisdom and sincerity, Love and compassion, passion and dispassion, knowledge and ignorance in perfect balance Make a poet, A poet is a peculiar possibility rare to find in common folk. A messenger of God and a prophet to sing the song of joy and sorrow of human Shore.

He is a Knower of truth the highest one, Sometimes He goes beyond prophets known, With immortal verse He says essential truth, That scriptures fall to embrace The length and breadth, 'Paradise Lost and Metamorphosis', No less than scriptures that preach

With fanciful brain He challenges the Truth, Unreal becomes real and new cosmos is formed. A poet is a creator and he creates the truth, Knowingly or unknowingly He knows the truth, Hence trouble starts to torture the poets, A poet is a sufferer with no solution

Sometimes saga like Plato comes and Looks with doubtful Mind, The creative fancy of the bards, rejecting fancy as fallacy and false. Sometimes Milton comes and soars above, With Mighty Rhyme He travels beyond reality known

Sometimes to the ditch, the abysmal sheath He falls, A poet is a Mightier mind that moves between alpha and omega. Drink the elysian juice that flows beyond fancy and sometimes he is found careless puffing Cigar.

Sometimes high as the Everest, And fly above human thought, Sometimes on viewless verb He floats, A poet is a confused soul within without. A starlet Night and Clouded day.

With fanciful brain He challenges the Truth, Unreal becomes real and new cosmos is formed. A poet is a creator and he creates the truth..//

A poet is a confused soul within without. A starlet Night and Clouded day. ...////

Sometimes high as the Everest, And fly above human thought, Sometimes on viewless verb He floats, A poet is a confused soul within without..//

A messenger of God and a prophet to sing the song of joy and sorrow of human Shore.

A poet is an oscillating spirit, From heaven to He travels with easy access, Through Sincerity He becomes divine spirit

A poet is a bird and the song of that birds, The ocean and it's salt, The luminaries of the earth are the poets Who sing the song of humanity Avoiding personal loss and sorrow

Ap is a peculiar possibility rare to find in common folk. A messenger of God and a prophet to sing the song of joy and sorrow of human Shore.

He dwindles below and above the Cloud, With The Sun he smiles and with The Moon he cries, He is a Banyan tree like Homer and a soft Douceur like Shelley or Keats or Me poet yeps poet

Preach the Gospel of love among humanity, Sometimes He falls beyond Mind and Cries for help.

A poet is an oscillating spirit, From heaven to He travels with easy access

The peak of imagination, the highest like a Star, And often cries for a Pipsqueak and fights for small bosket. ..//