Jayshankar Prasad Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Jayashankar Prasad
The great Hindi poet
Of neo-romanticism
Inducing with his
Sankritic vocabulary,
Lyrical note,
Painting of word pictures
And a melancholic tuning

The great poet
Of moods and reflections,
The evening descending,
The morning breaking into a dawn
Sunlit, glowing and chirpful,
The lotus blooming,
The swans flying over
The water bodies.

The waterfall flowing,
The falling sound musical,
The spring in blossoms
A landscape full of riot in colours,
The wild blooms necklacing
The forest tract,
The wave rippling,
Curling around, encompassing in
Touching and returning back to.

A poet of the melancholic note,
Despondence writ large,
He is a poet of love and its despondence,
The tear falling down unawares
Which but could not know,
Why did it,
Why did the tears arise in,
Welling up in
And falling silently from the eyes?