Someone asked me, “Are you a poet? ”
I didn’t reply, just a smile,
In return I got one’s laughter,
I regretted my smile.
I burst out, “Could you leave me alone.”
“Oh! I am really sorry for the tone,
But my question is still not yet replied.”
I couldn’t speak, I just cried.
“I hope, now you’ll write a poem by heart,
These are tears that add an essence in art”,
Said my super ego, and left me alone.
“Please, come back with a more bitter tone! ”
Akhtar ji..... I didn't understand the poem really! Did he ask that question with scorn or was it a question hurled at you to offend you? The question as such is an innocent one, but the tone is more important here!
Despite my all efforts I could not write a poem that could really make me a poet but sometimes when tears come in my eyes due to my failures I write a few better poems. That's what my superego says to my ego.
My superego says to me, I am just wasting my time in writing poems, in fact I can never be a good poet. That brings tears in my eyes and then I write a poem that is better than my most of the poems.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Just a smile; because, poets are in many forms! Nice work.