Savita Tyagi


A Poet's Heart - Poem by Savita Tyagi

He had a poet’s heart
When he melted with pain at the sight of a wounded bird
Like an ice cube melting in summer’s heat
The helpless eyes of grieving bird’s mate
Turned his heart’s cries into verses of poetry
This famous story is an inspiration
For poets around the world

On rainy days a poet’s imagination streams and floats
Like a little paper boat in gushing rainwater
It giggles and laughs with little children
Playing in rainwater
It captures the adventures of a raindrop
Falling in puddles of city streets
Floating through winding alleys
And walkways to settle in creek bed

A poet’s eyes notice the forehead of young women
Working in rice paddies
And sees the sweat shimmer like dew drops
To offers cool relief to their sun burnt faces
The flame of life burning in their soul
Registers in his song

In winter his voice slips and slides on the frozen lake
And dances with the moon light beams

Spring brings a blossoming to his heart
Like a bee he goes from flower to flower
Seeking the meaning of life in their tender love
His songs are carried away on the wings of humming bird
He renders his life for the sake of love
Like a moth falling on the burning candle wick

Limitless are the imaginations of a poet’s heart
And vivid are sketches unveiling the mystery of this world

This poet’s heart hidden in all
Goes unnoticed unexplored
Shrouded in vague thoughts
Like running water under ice
When we relish and rejoice
In life around us
And learn to recreate it in our words
The veil is lifted

If I could catch the flicker of a thought
Dancing in my head
That would touch the heart
Mine as well as yours
And is as inspiring and revealing of my world
As the golden rays of dawn
Longing to pen it on paper
I too knock on poet’s world.


Comments about A Poet's Heart by Savita Tyagi

  • Elena Sandu Elena Sandu (8/7/2016 6:50:00 PM)

    I love this poem! Plenty of truthful words I found in it, thank you for share, these words feels like growing to me:
    Limitless are the imaginations of a poet’s heart
    And vivid are sketches unveiling the mystery of this world (Report) Reply

    Savita Tyagi (8/8/2016 10:42:00 AM)

    Thank you so much Elena. Appreciate your reading the poem and posting such encouraging comment.

    0 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
  • Tapan M. Saren Tapan M. Saren (7/10/2016 2:33:00 AM)

    Well done! Perfectly done..10 (Report) Reply

    Savita Tyagi (7/10/2016 6:16:00 PM)

    Thank you so much Tapan for your comment here and on other poems. Appreciate it very much.

  • Jayne Doe (6/20/2016 7:38:00 PM)

    Great poem! The content must have struck a chord with me because it brought tears to my eyes. The imagery was beautiful as well. (Report) Reply

    Savita Tyagi (7/10/2016 6:18:00 PM)

    Thank you so much Jayne. When a reader likes a poem that is a wonderful reward for a poet. Appreciate your taking time to read and comment.

  • Akham Nilabirdhwaja Singh (5/21/2016 10:31:00 PM)

    Blessed to be a poet.Amazing write. (Report) Reply

    Savita Tyagi (5/22/2016 5:37:00 PM)

    Thank you so much. Yes it is a blessing.

  • Amar Agarwala Amar Agarwala (4/5/2016 8:14:00 PM)

    Your verses are steeped in magic... life and so much more. Wonderful read! (Report) Reply

    Savita Tyagi (4/7/2016 9:21:00 AM)

    Thank you so much Amar. It is always so rewarding to have a fellow poet's appreciation.

  • Sofia Kioroglou Sofia Kioroglou (3/25/2016 11:46:00 AM)

    Lovely work Savita! Great poem. Thank you for sharing! (Report) Reply

  • Sourabh Mishra Sourabh Mishra (3/8/2016 9:23:00 PM)

    It's really a nice poem. Limitless are the imaginations of a poet’s heart
    And vivid are sketches unveiling the mystery of this world - great lines and thoughts. (Report) Reply

  • Mithilesh Yadav Mithilesh Yadav (2/17/2016 9:19:00 AM)

    WOW........! Grrt penned mamji......

    mere dil ko tu samjh lega to bada gazab hoga,
    meri kalam ko tu padh lega to bada gazab hoga,
    barson sey lahoo sey aapney..... sichtey aaya hun kavitaon ki jameen......
    mere lahoo key rang mein rang jayega to bada gazab hoga...... (Report) Reply

    Savita Tyagi (2/17/2016 1:02:00 PM)

    Wah Wah! Great words. Let me know the name of the poem. Thanks for reading and for your appreciation for my poem.

  • Kim Barney (12/19/2015 5:07:00 PM)

    Ah, yes. A poet's heart (and his eyes) see things that most people don't see. Very nice poem. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • Neela Nath Das Neela Nath Das (12/13/2015 2:57:00 AM)

    An excellent poem.Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • Shahin Latif Shahin Latif (12/1/2015 12:42:00 PM)

    Excellent job! I enjoyed it. Heartiest thanks to you. May ALLAH bless you. Be well always. (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis Edward Kofi Louis (11/17/2015 4:34:00 PM)

    Lovely work with the heart of a poet. (Report) Reply

  • Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (10/8/2015 7:04:00 PM)

    it is real beauty
    and blessingfrom an almighty
    thatyoua re in postion
    to palcegood composition (Report) Reply

  • Loke Kok Yee (10/6/2015 9:45:00 AM)

    This is one of the loveliest poem that I have read so far, you have tremendous depth to be able to bring out a poet's heart so clearly and in such a beautiful poem This is an inspiring read.Thanks-10 (Report) Reply

  • Frank Avon (7/10/2015 11:44:00 PM)

    See nmy Poetry Is a Way of Knowing, a tribute to your vision and your imagery. (Report) Reply

  • Frank Avon (7/10/2015 11:11:00 PM)

    Oh, yes, a poet's imagination is like a little paper boat in gushing rainwater. We pray for rain and let the little boat float. (Report) Reply

  • Daniel Brick Daniel Brick (6/22/2015 7:34:00 AM)

    This is a wonderful celebration of the poet's humanity; it shows how the gift of writing poems can make a person more humane. Sometimes poets can appear to be quite self-centered, in fact some may be downright selfish as they enjoy their gift. Bit your poet is one who s-h-a-r-e-s his/her gift with others, as he or she eases suffering and pays homage to those who labor. The key line, the golden line for me is: HE RENDERS HIS LIFE FOR THE SAKE OF LOVE. THAT is a life well-lived, properly lived. Your poem is both beautiful and truthful: it lifts the veil of beauty of images to show the truth they convey. (P. S. Your poem inspires me to write a poem about the social value of poetry, poetry's value in the lives of people who are probably not poets themselves but can benefit from its vision.) (Report) Reply

  • Kebe Iwara Kebe Iwara (5/29/2015 1:59:00 PM)

    nicely crafted. above all the poet's task at being in tune always, is well depicted. well enough, the task is not too difficult for a poet because he has one sublime gift- compassion. the fear however is that he may likely loose it due to the cares, stresses and pressures of the world. complacency is the peer pressure to compassion. bad enough, he is the neighbor next door, lusting after her. and compassion being always in dare need of love might just not know the difference. please read my poem, the world is mad (Report) Reply

  • Kumarmani Mahakul Kumarmani Mahakul (4/20/2015 6:33:00 PM)

    Spring brings a blossoming to his heart
    Like a bee he goes from flower to flower
    Seeking the meaning of life in their tender love
    His songs are carried away on the wings of humming bird
    He renders his life for the sake of love
    Like a moth falling on the burning candle wick......yes, poet is like a burning candle wick, fantastic speculationm. I like this stanza the most. Excellent collocation. Thanks a lot. (Report) Reply

  • Daniel Brick Daniel Brick (11/16/2014 10:04:00 PM)

    The language suits your theme so well because as you extol the deeds of the poet, we see the evidence of his work in each stanza so finely crafted. One description of the poet stood out for me, namely, THE POET'S HEART HIDDEN IN ALL / GOES UNNOTICED UNEXPLORED. He keeps giving his heart away (symbolily): it never rests in one place but goes where his poetic inspiration is needed. This poet enhances everyone and everything except his own self. He makes everything shining and then he loses himself in the glory he has lavished on the world. Now I know why John Keats said a poet is the least poetical thing on earth - he's given all he has, all he is to others. This is a heartfelt poem! (Report) Reply

Read all 39 comments »




Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?



Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 11, 2014

Poem Edited: Monday, January 13, 2014


[Report Error]