Subroto Chatterjee - To A Poet

Send out the word
The Poet is rising
If thou has not overheard,
Tis poetry’s new uprising!

Each silver of thy mane
Shows a hoary journey;
A life of fun and game,
Sporting drama and irony.

There’s a message in thy mail,
Straight from one’s heart;
Ere the mind may fail,
And its meaning falls apart.

The pain of love’s labor,
Is borne by those who know,
And the Poet does you favor
With happiness in tow.

Now send out the word again,
The Poet has arisen!
None shall go back in vain,
Earth’s love thou shall imprison!




21st April 2009
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Subroto Chatterjee

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