I WANT TO BE A POET

Let my patriotism:
Burn the blood of the soldiers
In the frozen borders
And  make the guns roar
On the enemies
With redoubled force,
Let my lines be stuffed
With such gun powder and fire.

Let me be cheery
With my little gains
So much ; so that
The gloomy babe
Should be washed with hope
In the shower of the lines
From my heart.

Let me rhyme my passions
In the moods romantic
So, my Love should feel
While reciting , line by line
As if, I am unbuttoning her
One by one.
Let my words
Tingle her nerves
With sweet sensation.

Let me cry
From within my chosen few
Whenever nailed
By the thorns of life
In my dejection.
Let them be too week
To hold this book.

I want ;
This magic in my poetry,
This touch of witchcraft
I want to be a poet,
But only this way.
         # Rajesh Pandey