I Wonder How Am I A Poet? Poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar

No great language skill,
No sufficient vocabulary,
No grip of grammar,
Frequent spelling mistake,
no laptop or desktop,
Only I will be Sometimes on rooftop,
Monkey mind jumps from rooftop
to next treetop,
Shaking bunches of fruits,
Only words fall from tip of leaves like dewdrops!

Winged feelings fly above clouds
What ever molten heart put words in different molds!
No resource,
only a second hand phone I use,
my heart is my only source!

Dictionary predict some words for some another,
I think some words to type,
it types something different
pot-pourri!

No poesy, no poetic skill,
Whatever thought comes,
I fill the page!
I can't go beyond as I am not a sage!

All started with something melting in me,
Frozen thoughts started to flow,
I am even typing very slow,
I have more poverty than poetry in heart!

My poems, are works of poetaster,
What my heart does I don't know,
Sometimes mind shines like mountain snow,
Avalanche and sliding cause frequent mistakes,
I wonder whether my esteem is at stake!
I feel like some iceberg melting,
Sometime with flowing thoughts,
Waste to float on lines!

I know, I am nothing,
I came here a nothing,
Living as a nothing,
But something which is everything,
Making my weakness public,
Sometime I feel ashamed of myself,
As my poems are making me more and more naked,
But I console myself,
Why you worry, you are still a kid,
stone happened to to melt, or just opened eyes,
wondering kid!