A Poet's Dilemma! Poem by Naga Vamshidhar Ratakonda

As the Hand Moves,
With Flow of Thoughts,
Pouring Down from Everywhere,
Moved by Situations Positive,
Negative and Neutral,
Like Showers from the Sky
Vetting the Flower Petals,
The Fingers Dance Swiftly
Like that on a Piano,
Producing Musical Words,
Echoing in the Poet's Heart!

In Search of Just Words,
To Express True Emotions,
Of His Heart Profusely,
And Relieve the Weights,
Hung in his Big Heart,
And to make it Lighter,
To be Felt by the Readers,
Reviewers and Critics alike,
The Poet is Stuck in,
'A Dilemma' of His Own!

Are the 'Words Worth',
To be Read, Heard or Felt?
Whether to Jot Down,
For his Own Sake or,
For Some One Else's Sake!
Yonder not an Option to Him,
As Poetry the Only Way,
To Express His Emotions!

Adding to his Dilemma,
Dictionaries & Thesaurus,
Are of Very Little Help,
To Sow the Seeds for,
Poetic Lines to be Produced,
For Poetry is 'Thou Art',
With a Divine Occult,
Flown from A Poet's Heart Alone!

Moving Ahead with Words,
Thought to be Apt for,
Stories Filled With,
Clandestine Moments,
To be Felt by NONE or ALL,
Finishing the Last Line,
To his Heart's Satisfaction,
Is the Only Award or Reward,
And an Honour that can,
Never be taken Back,
With Which A 'Poet's Dilemma' Ends!