The Poet’s Due

To explore the possibilities of words
is not the poet’s due.
Even voyaging in the world of meanings
is just a share of their dues.

The poet’s due however
is exploring
in the worlds of imagination
and heart!

To be in touch with heaven
in the famine of fair and virtues,
to be aqueous
in the world of objects,
to excavate through the words to
oxygen,
through rocks to
the light!

While
the deities of science
draw their mathematical portions
of aesthetically applauded formats
to sketch the exact blueprint of beauty
Poets are ones
who find beauty in imperfect,
wholeness in ruptured.

Ones who blow the breath of life,
draw the shade of soul,
the colours of life
the dye of death
and inoculate the rainbows
to blindness,
and dance
to the carcasses of
toneless substance.