I sat on the rock of
My life and reeled
Before me my yesteryears
As I examined different things
A swarm of thoughts like bees
Came disturbing my mind
Persisting me with relentless
Question
‘Am I a poet’
I tried to evade
But still it came coming back.

I went back to my seven summers
And remembered the days
I was the lonely seeker of
This precious seed
Wandering everywhere,
Asking everywhere
But none did show the way
And helped me to find the source.

It was just like this I thought
If I could find one
And grow a tree of my verse
Which I can call myself own.

My search was fruitless
The seeds others gave me had no
Purity in it,
No characteristics true
I thought my search came to an end.

But then suddenly a lightening
Flashed across my mind,
Ripping my heart apart
A voice said,
Find out my pal,
Find out
It lies nowhere
It lies within your soul
May be lying undiscovered
So dig up and dig up hard.

I followed my voice
And started my job
Not forsaking quest at last
I found one.

I put it in to my palm
Watered it
And started growing
The tree of my verse.

But still doubt persisted
‘Am I a poet’
As I sat thinking
A bird came and sat
In one broken branch of
My verse
Which usually comes.
With out my asking.

It whispered into my ears
Yes, ‘You are a poet’
Is not for this reason that
We come and take shade
In your tree,
Taste its fruits,
Feel the warmth of its breeze.
Yes, you are a poet

Finally the answer satisfied me,
When I looked around
The swarm of thoughts
Was no more.