(Poem sent to poetry .com in2005)

“I am not born to be apoet,I amsorry”

this is whatyou should never say

Just open the window

and lookout to hear

The wind singing lullaby

to trees and creepers alike

And putting theto sleep

And look at the rebel bud

Whose green cap is blown away

And who bashfully reveals

Her face full of beauty

And seeing all these miracles

Don’t you change your harsh mind

An hink at least for a moment

Of making a poem,O’ ankind?

———-Krishnakumar Pradhan