I AM A POET



My pen scribbles,
My thoughts dribble
With a volley of words,
That strike the chords
Of my sensibilities,
Stirring my sensitivities,
The emotions,
The passions,
Sadness
And happiness,
Some visions hazy,
Some thoughts crazy.


My words gives vent to my feelings,
Keep me going, my hurts healing,
They tell the world about poverty,
About scarcity and depravity,
Of sufferings and needs,
Tell my fellow beings about how the world bleeds,
How ignorance takes us within its clutches,
How the hopes of someone crashes,
How wars tear us apart,
Ripping open our hearts
With immense hopelessness and hatred,
Creating huge rifts amongst brothers, all separated.


This pen of mine loves children,
Their smile and innocence,
Their ability to love all,
Although still playing with balls and dolls;
Their tinkling laughter refreshes,
Their smiles so precious,
The little ones in shorts and frocks,
Their colourful building blocks,
Just colourful like their laughter,
Fight and quarrel, but soon forgetting there after,
They are God sent angels,
Life's small twinkling jewels.



My thoughts also include boys and men,
The girls and women,
Their plights, 
Their frights,
Their innocent love 
Flying as free, pure doves,
Their warm passions,
The rosy romances,
Love unions,
Painful separations,
The stories of Adams and Eves,
How their breaths heave, their hearts grieve.


Yes I want some changes
Make myself and others heard in different ranges,
I want this world to be a better place
For the coming generations of our race,
A place full of love and care,
A world free of fights and wars,
Where not religion but humanity rules,
Every child has a right to go to a school,
Our Earth free of sadness, a lot happier,
No neither am I a teacher, nor a preacher,
Neither a prophet great, nor any Saint, 
Am just a warrior with a pen, I am a poet.

©Madhumita