LET YOUR PEN FLOW

It’s true that poetry is not life,

You have many more strives to thrive.

But for a poet, poetry is his breath,

And it is unimaginable for him to live without it.

I can understand your heart and feel your pain,

Of staying under compelling situation away from the pen.

It is like the pain and wriggle of an aquatic creature,

That is forced to live for some time outside the water.

You can find out time for your passion,

Leisure hour your literally inclination,

Among the answerability of duties,

Within your social responsibilities.

Glance thoroughly around your periphery,

With a poet’s eye, gauge your territory,

There are a lot of people, actions, events,

And materials waiting for your pen to paint.

Be it the happiness or a wish of your person,

A sorrow of solitude or repentance of separation.

An achievement or a loss of your kith and kin,

A worry of busyness or freedom of relaxation.

Everywhere you will find a food for your pen,

And you have the skill, just hold your pen, you can.

Do not stop or pause under any compulsion,

Let your pen find a way to flow in every situation.