Philanthropist Poem by Hans Raj Sharma

A poet
As a person
Never at ease
True to his salt
And reservations
That he nourishes.

A poet
As a person
Worries-
Staying
Legitimacy
Of blessings
That God itself
Showered upon
Till the truth
Behind is testified
Through his own
Measuring rods
Or otherwise
Wou’d warn
Alarming-
Whole society
To be ware of
Fake showering
By so called
Messengers of
God
All the way
By confusing
Whole
Social system.

A poet
As a person
Challenges-
Though
Dismal task
Yet needs
No formal
Exercise
Except vision
And becoming
Not violent
In one’s words
Even while joking
Knowing
It breeds violence
As such anger
Brings more anger
Creating
A vicious circle
And no end.

A poet
As a person
Enjoys-
Chirping
With the birds
Flying
With the clouds
Whistling
With the winds
Widening with
The fragrance
Of flowers
Dwelling
With the Nature
Neighbouring
All the creatures
Over the Earth
Water and Sky
Within him
And outside.

A poet
As a person
Concentrates-
On imaginative
Creation or
True events
Around the world
And surroundings
Living and spending
This life
By going on long
Journeys and walks
Indulging in grave
Exchanges or hot talks
Quizzical conjectures
By loving others
Ignoring him.

A poet
As a person
Paying attention
To every moment
And movement
Sometimes so wild
As counting down
Revisits-
Both the ways
Letting go all
Sacrificing just for
Being himself.

A poet
As a person
Warns the worst
To be around
Someone-
Complaining
Against everyone
Appreciating none
Be it right or wrong
To punish
Not in one’s hand.

-Copy right hrsharma
Ludhiana, Punjab, India