Gathering Broken Glasses By I.H.Rizvi Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Rizvi will gather pick the glass pieces
Lest she crosses over unknowingly,
Lest they prick and bleeds it her finger,
So careful of her,
So emotional and sentimental.

Gathering Broken Glasses, In Vain,
Tender Glory On Wings, Most Delicate Things,
The Might of The Wind, The Wind,
Keep On Dreaming, O Man! ,
Smoke Is Still Rising,
The poems in their trail.

Rizvi is a poet of inspired moments,
The valleys in blossoms,
Wild and exotic fragrance coming from,
Bleeding roses,
Tender love and sensitive heart.

The best poem of his he is yet to write,
But there is a condition,
She has to be before
As for the inspiration
And he drawing a portrait of an artist
As a young woman.

The blacksmith, the coppersmith,
The carpenter,
Their art of making,
Turning the handiwork
Into a piece of art
Has ever lured him, taught him.

There is something of Kabir in him
Which but we have failed to mark it
As and when he describes
The weavers
Making the cotton balls
Or thrashing the bale.

But he is a romantic poet,
A pure romantic
So sensible and sensitive,
So sensuous and delicate,
Reflective and thoughtful.