12 November 2011


Well, I won't say my poetry writing days are done, but I certainly do not hear the muse so often.

This poem, being on dreams, reality and God, holds a deep meaning for me:


A dream-poet
Sows gold for others
And collects silver for himself.

A reality-poet
Sows lead for others
And collects diamonds for himself.

A God-poet
Sows fulfilment-smiles for others
And collects futility-cries for himself.

Sri Chinmoy
The Dance of Life, Part 13

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