"I am not born to be a poet, I am sorry,"
this is what you should never say,
Just open the window,  
And look out to hear,  
The wind singing lullaby,  
To trees and creepers as well,  
And putting them to sleep.  
But 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 of nature,  
Don't you change your harsh mind  ,
And think at least for a moment,
Of making a poem, o' mankind?
------Krisnakumarpradhan(sent for the contest
a poem speaks by wordpress in2013)