I need a poem,
filled with rhyme,
inciting love lorn sighs,
or drawing tears from the eyes.
romantic and dream filled.
of seeing hope in the heart being instilled.
of valour of common folks on streets.
of tales of struggle to exist.
under the blazing sun.
in form of the Krishnachura blossoms.
on soccer field in fluidity of motion.
in defiance and hailing liberation.
In salute to man’s poverty alleviation.
the scent of the working multitude,
and scattered by the evening breeze.
in the flailing footsteps of the child.
bent with load
on his back and in his mind.
in the excited hyperactivity
Of mongrels by the roadside
love sparkling in their limped eyes.
in the fragrance
let loose by the shower drenched earth.
in the pain that wells up
When someone very dear departs.
in the twitter of the birds,
bidding adieu to the sun going down!
In the hurried footsteps of the multitude
from work, homeward bound!
Poetry is life,
Poetry is in the mind!
Poetry is breaking shackles
that tend to bind!
Poetry is Ram!
Poetry is Rahim!
Poetry is all about
a romantic paradigm!