The same day and same night <br /> Same morning with same <br />old sun. Same sky with same moon <br />It is the same river flowing from the mountain. <br />The same birds are singing and <br />same crickets are dancing. <br />It is the same sea with same shore <br />groaning for unknown pains. <br /> <br />Its me, the same old poet <br />Begging from place to place <br />for a new poem. <br />without a meaning known to me. <br />I asked my dearest tree, what is this poet? <br />the tree refused me. <br />I went to the mountain to know <br />what is a poetry <br />The mountain refused me. <br />All the great thing God created <br />failed to answer me. <br /> <br />I met my invisible fiance <br />during that unknown night <br />She smiled on her suppressed lips <br />She embraced me and whispered <br />the meaning of poetry. <br /> <br />From that night I am shelterless.<br /><br />Ershad Mazumder<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-is-a-poetry/
