Not Poetical

Being not poetical, how pitiful it is,
Sometimes I sit somewhere and watch the
Slew of mass flowing over dusty street
And a strange thought dawns in my mind
How poetical these rushing souls actually are?
Perhaps I know these bundling mass
And their stony minds,
Being hardened enough by concreted realities
Or consciously unmindful of aesthetic flavor,
Which they ignore as blind passersby.
O the rusty souls draped in shining attires
And gorgeous enough, unread and ignore
About lyrical wonders of heavenly tune.
I know that knowledge brought up us with
Nursing sympathy.
How come they exist without rhymes and
Rhythms? How come they sail unfriendly world
With metallic float:a solid waste of souls.
O running pages of rhymes millions,
Let unfurl and unfold your diamond heart apart,
Before restless souls, lit senses and set their goals

Rate the poem
1 Star2 Stars3 Stars4 Stars5 Stars (1 votes, average: 2.00 out of 5)
We are posting your rating...

Have something to say about the poem?

Shuvo Chakraborty

Signup / Login to follow the poet.
lecturer and advocate in university and incometax tribunal. an english poet and diehard follower of john keats
Poems you will love

Give your feedback / review for the poem

Be the First to Comment & Review poem!

Notify of

Do Not Do That To Me

Do Not Do That To Me short poem

whenever they need something I gave them with pleasure as I am there mother mother river without me they wont be able to live I always stand by their side this is my oath to never leave them alone but

Dare Not Stare At Me

Dare Not Stare At Me short poem

Don’t you stare at me like that how can I look back at you on seeing your moist Eye reluctant to burst out I know it is terrible to lose someone so close to your heart but It is equally

Not Ten Feet Toll

Not Ten Feet Toll short poem

Entering the room consumes all in the boardroom All eyes rise all phones are placed down without a groan or a sound Walking in proud owning the floor just walked on for sure endowed Honing the sharp minds for the

Happiness Made Not Found

Happiness Made Not Found long poem

She dusts her memories with thoughts and prayers for those she left behind. Longing for them like ebb and tide. She spins looms of love laden with smiles and hope And somersaults days into nights tossing her old life into

To Be Or Not To Be

To Be Or Not To Be short poem

It’s nights like these when I feel like an irony living within itself radiating love yet feeling unloved. It’s night like these when I can’t recognize what tomorrow holds or recall what yesterday held. I feel like an insect crawling