“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