A Pedantic Poet And His Poems Poem by SANDHYA REGMI

If poetry is the billowy waves
That surge in your mind
Filled with violent emotions
Utterly it failed why
to cleanse the muck and filth of the shore.
Liberate society from shackles
Of unfairness and incongruities.
If poetry is the unrelenting
violent outburst of emotions,
It flunked why to untie
the knots of agony and affliction
Or let fly caged-in peacocks
Of sense and sensibilities.
If poetry is the blazing inferno
Of you restless soul,
Why it failed to illuminate
Your mind from encircling gloom.
If it is the facile sentiment
A product fine of your higher intellect
Why it failed again to bring about
A revolutionary change.
It poetry is the life-force
Why it succeeded never
To bestow life and light
To our natural predilections
Crushed under untold
Deadening predicaments.

Your poetic creations
Sometimes I feel and wonder
Is an incredible bundle
Of downright lies,
A figment of your unseasoned imagination
A rare dramatic demonstration
Of ostentation and conceit;
An artful display
Of crocodile tears
A demagogue's frivolous speech
Of fake assurances,
In social networking who indulges.
Is a trafficker in tears and sighs
Of the lowly and the lost.

Hail Poet!
The need of the hour
Towards your society
Is your intimacy and commitment.
Where can I look for realism
Pulsating with life in your poem
Providing directions loud and clear,
A pleasant admixture
Of experience and understanding
A lively emergence of art and skill
An exaltation of labour and resolve
A glorification of sacrifice and dedication
An excavation of hisory
In layers
A quest for newer truth.
If your poetic creation fails
To stir the minds and intellect
Of teeming millions
Arouse their sense and susceptibilities
Their inward eye in slumber
Sharpen the sense
Of everything that is beautiful,
Inflame their zeal and passion
In quest of newer meaning
Of life and enlightenment,
Soon you will rest assured
hear the death-knell
Of your journey's end
And of your poetry.

Of physical seductiveness
Of womenfolks you have composed
Poems long enough and Sang
Sensuous songs of love and lust;
The world of beauty and wisdom
Make no mistake,
Lies deep within.
Look never with your outward eye
Watch with your keen eye
Of delicate sensibilities
And dwell at length at
The infinite beauty of inner self;
Hallow the dignity of womenfolks
And prolifically write on heroics
Of our great valiants.

In the cosmos of creation
Of poems overflowing
With vigour and vitality,
Accumulation enough is observed
Of stuff and nonsense
Of pride and vanity
Of perversity and obscenity.
Oh! great composer of verses
Create a piece of poetry
Of idealism and dedication.
You merely used so far
hands and ink in earnestness
Outpour your heart and scribble
with drops of your blood,

Give a clarion call and awake
Those in deep slumber with power
Of intuition and commiseration.
Bring those divided in unison
As a revolutionary forerunner
Of wisdom and understanding.

With intense feeling you write
In the rhythm of cascading waterfalls
your verse will sing and dance
In constant flow;
Permeating our mind and soul
with natural charm and
Unfeigned reflections.
Lasting glory and triumph of yours
Will touch the pinnacle of Sagarmatha,
Observing your immortality
In the eyes of your offspring.
Realization dawns you are alive
Very much in tour verses
Living an indelible imprint
On the pages of history.

You merely used hand and ink in earnestness
You outpour now with
Drops of your blood.

translated MB Pradhan