A poet

Moirangthem Minakshi Devi *

A poet rises up like a crescent moon in a dark night,
Then tends to grow up to a full moon to emit bright light.
Have you ever tried to sit and talk to a poet?
Try and you would meet a graceful narrator in a creative form.
Try to sit and talk for sometime long,
You would witness a gay heart, eagerly diving into a musical word's storm.
In a proud moment, 'have you ever tried to look at the tears in a poet's eye?
Try and you would see a deep knowledge pond, you can sink in.
Try to look at for some long,
You would see a vast wisdom pool,you can dive into and swim in.
Have you ever tried to read what a poet writes?
Try and read, the poet would reach your eyes and ear.
Try and read for some long,
The poet would reach your heart and soul with care.
Wish to be a poet is a sweet tendency,
It takes both volition and grace to build a world of fancy.
At times, for a long time you wouldn't see a poet outdoor,
For then the poet has gone indoor,
In search of mysterious and innovative fresh facts,
That can be well explored by none but a poet.