“I am not born to be a poet, I am sory”
This is what you should never say,
Just open the window,
And look out to hear,
The wind is singing lullaby,
To trees andcreepers alike,
And putting them to sleep.
And look at the little rebel bud.
whose green cap is blown away.
And bashfully reveals
her face full of beauty
And seeing all these miracles,
don’t you change your harsh mind.
And think at least for a moment,
Of making a poem,O’ mankind?
First Published on poetsIndia.com
moment, of making a poem, O’ mankind?