The published-one flies off
With a delighted flight-
As if, a flower into a butterfly
And upholds itself
Beyond the eye sight.
The unpublished-one only sits
Face to face and speaks.
The poet also lends his ears
Like a father and the weakest offspring.
He holds in his lap and fondles-
The two silent lovers, in a pretty scene.
When the publisher
Will have his splendid appearance-
And call one by one!
The poet looks a little unsecured…
The poet then once, sees destitution
In his room of thought
And at home.
(Dated: 26-11-2017) .
This is a poem dropped from perception about literature. Seeing destruction is thought provoking. Literature needs more construction for the poets. You have brilliant ideas for awareness.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very beautiful pick of a nice theme Sir. Loved your composition so well devised. Thanks for the sharing. 10
Sincere thanks for your comments. With best wishes.