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Poem: Misplaced Poet

By Dr. Archan Mehta

Mild readers:

I began writing

Poems, as a baby,

With out help,

With out encouragement,

In a land, Ahmedabad,

As barren because the moon,

A cultural wasteland.

Thus,

A wasteland of 

Tears was my childhood:

I used to be a prisoner

Trapped inside the

4 partitions of a room,

Faculty and school,

And with none

Hope of escape.

As a substitute, from my cage,

I’d usually dream

In regards to the wild, blue

Yonder: the outside

Which held ardour 

Within the type of solar,

Heat, and honey.

Most of all,

I needed to be a farmer,

As rustic as inexperienced onions

And crimson tomatoes

And apples and olives,

However I used to be informed to review

Engineering and drugs

Or, by default, find yourself

As a crooked lawyer.

As a way to categorical

This predicament, I

Began writing verse,

At that tender age,

When experiences

Are nonetheless harmless

And the fertile creativeness

Can plant roads, highways,

Santa Claus and tooth-fairies:

That was after I turned

Right into a poet with a lament.

Surrounded by enterprise sorts:

Petty shopkeepers and inventory

Merchants and academicians

Extra fascinated with minting

Cash than scholarship:

These impolite and crude individuals

Burned holes in my delicate pores and skin.

Certainly, I used to be the lone warrior

Who labored greatest at evening,

Or early within the morning,

And I sought my very own

Firm and held 

Palms with the

Human creativeness

And aesthetic grace,

A dreamer amongst

Business and 

Materialistic and 

Consumerist beings:

Thus, I grew to become the

Laughing inventory 

Of the plenty who

Had no appreciation

For artwork nor artists.

Mild readers:

It was a lonely battle

To place pen to paper

And to precise

This dormant

Impulse to create.

I didn’t categorical

Chilly and metallic emotions,

However feelings borne from

The ache and struggling,

Via years of isolation

And being ruined by

A merciless examination system

Which knew no compromise.

If solely I had been left 

To dry moreover clouds,

Solar, moon, and bushes,

Creatures of nature,

And the unmistakable

Feeling of recent and inexperienced

Grass rising beneath

Your ft as you walked

Alone on a splendid seashore

Close to the ocean with a breeze

Caressing your cheeks gently:

As you buried your ft deep

Into the moist earth, sand:

It positive felt like paradise.

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Dr. Archan Mehta has earned a PhD. in Administration. Presently, Dr. Mehta is a Freelance Author and Marketing consultant based mostly in India. Through the years, Dr. Mehta’s inventive work has been featured in quite a few publications in India, U.Ok., USA, South Africa and the Center East. In his free time, Dr. Mehta likes to walk within the outside, social gathering with shut pals, hearken to music and keep on prime of present occasions. Dr. Mehta can be keen on meditation. Please be happy to succeed in out to Dr. Mehta at