The timid poet felt helpless as excited by his humming tune <br />His father did indicate. That he must recite in full. <br />So sang he up his freshly writ lyric perforce: <br /> “By inner sheen of the eyes I have seen all beyond eye, <br /> I shall look into my soul now as the light has gone by.” <br />His wide eyes were moist with passion. <br />Entire creation got stilled by charming strokes of sound and tone. <br /> <br />Real estates were left behind, the ledgers and so many bustles. <br />The overwhelmed father shedded tears of joy. <br />He embraced his reverend son after so long. Thereafter <br />signing a cheque of Rs.500 in his office he <br />gave it to the handsome poet. <br />Eyes affectionate, solemn voice, begone. <br /> <br />‘Mughal emperors in the past used to show respect to the adept <br />in this manner`, he said. ‘The Mughal Empire is no more now. But <br />your essence of genius deserved such a royal prize.` <br /> <br />His servants were happier than the poet. They have been <br />his companions all-time. Raising the winner poet overhead <br />they filled the worshiper’s corridor with uproar in celebration. <br /> <br />Now there is deceptive and confused noise in the verse domain. <br />Postmodernist poets recite poems of expansive consciousness. <br />In those poetical venues the great father is an outcast now. <br />Affection of father so sparse. <br /> <br />If anyone places a reward in the hands of a young poet even now <br />We still remember the great old father. <br />We remember that old-time young poet, <br />Of the ancestral heritage of worship corridor.<br /><br />CHOUDHURI SUKUMAR<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-young-poet-s-lyrics/
