Supposed to be quiet

Supposed to be quiet

Ordinary and gentlemen people are supposed to be quiet
It is more or so in case of shy poets
They may try to extract any thought that may try to emerge
What else can be attributed for the self to purge?

What poor poet expects from fellow brethrens?
When her mind is occupied with devotion and no concerns?
What all ideas may be invading his mind?
Single mind to be concentrated and find

Long drawn battle for conceptual acceptance
Is this task not daunting and challenging at once?
He is for peace and stability among people
Life once again to breathe without any troubles

How many thoughts to be discarded?
How many views to be reviewed and rewarded?
So much struggle in mind for beautiful presentation
Not for any appreciation or getting the citation

The flowers boom in beautiful garden
They gain full blossom at maturity even
But how many disappear even at the down of the day?
Who hold their fingers in hand and show the way?

So many poets beat their drum in wilderness
Present their fine creations and surface
Many may be just dreaming about bright sun
What tragically remains in their luck to run?

No one takes note their sad demise
How many pledges were made with promises?
They all are found now useless and hollow
What else is left for them than to lie low?

Not all can reach to great height
Unfortunates may even meet bad fate
Their dreams will be shattered once for all
World may watch their nose dive and fall

Another bright star may be lost
It will not at somebody’s cost
Some good heart may breathe last time
Where do we think or care any times?

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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