Treasure Island

Rajendra padhi


MY SOUL IS A POEM


MY SOUL IS A POEM

Morning sun smiles
I spin the words,
Lost like dreams
In its art at night.

I rock and drift
Vexed in thoughts
Frenzy’s lute plays
Rapture of music.

Words are sprinkled
In my room I sit,
Faster than water
Falling from hills.

They shine green
On trees of morn,
Transport my mind
Testify truth unseen.

Words are stars
I am the sky,
I am grass
They are green hue.

They are flowers
I am the garden,
The blissful joy
Assured for me.

Thoughts are essence
Lay down my words,
Like clay for the potter
It gives art a shape.

Spell bound I listen
Discover me new,
I smile at tears
Even melt in them.

They sensitize me
Play me as a doll,
I lose me to find
My soul as a poem.

Submitted: Sunday, February 02, 2014

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