Birds do not sing to me now... <br />Breeze does not whisper..... <br />No cloud cuddles me… Sun does not smile <br />Selene do not dress me in darkness, <br />Like Endymion, to adore <br />Melancholy is no bliss to me now <br />I am not a poet anymore.... <br /> <br /> <br />I no longer dance with rain <br />Dewdrops do not quench my thirst <br />I could not talk to the flower now <br />That bloomed in all its mirth <br />Sea makes no sound to me <br />As it meet the shore <br />Sky does not take me in its arm <br />And mountains do not lure <br /> <br /> <br />Strange faces! <br />I could not taste their laughter <br />Nor I smell their affection <br />I do not hear them smile <br />Their tears I do not gather <br />I could not feel their breath <br />Their eyes do not talk <br />There is no song in heart beat <br />Their lips do not mock <br /> <br /> <br />There is no warmth in darkness <br />Its affection I do not feel <br />Inured to common din now <br />To me silence is no longer pure <br />Melancholy is no bliss to me now <br />I am not a poet anymore....<br /><br />Aparna Sinha<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-am-not-a-poet-anymore/
