How To Console The Broken Self Of Mine? Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

How to console the broken self of mine,
How to console it?
How to nurse the wounds of love,
Nurse and bandage them?
A lover or a poet am I,
What am I?

I wandering to and fro,
Trying to forget what it has happened to,
Trying to make understand,
Trying to see the pathway flowers,
Playing with the children,
Marking their innocence and simplicity,
I passing my time
To deviate and divert myself,
To digress from,
Trying to close the eyes,
Inhaling and exhaling to sleep.

A poet of broken heart, bleeding wound
Am I seeking consolation
In Nature, Man and the Wilds,
Flowers, birds, beasts and trees.