The Nature Of Poets

By Anupam Debnath

Four seasons lie in the nature of poets,

Like a lusty yearling they leap up in their spring,

Driven by joy the dreamer then creates

Rustic life as beauty ever-flowing!

To behold that truth which in hearts murmur

And to kiss nature with humble poetry

Vision soars up high in their gay summer,

As the muser muses on life's mystery.

Soon severed ties shake the sailor on shore,

But monsoon mirrors their storm'd story.

Freedom carves out of the prospered lore,

To fathom hot tears of mortal misery.

In autumn, their weary wings begin to fall

While encircling over treasured harvests,

Yet scarred soul yearns for an unsung call

Till the essence of ripened wisdom migrates.

By Anupam Debnath