“I am not born to be apoet.I am sorry”

This is what you should not say

Just open the window and look out

To hear the wind saying lullaby

To trees and creepers alike

And putting them to sleep.

And look at the rebel bud

Whose green cap isblown away

And who bashfully reveals

her  face full of beauty.

And seeing all these miracles,

Don’t you change your harsh mind

And think at least for amoment,

Of making apoem, Oh mankind