Poem: Lost Poet – Spiritual Media Blog

Poetry: The Lost Poet

Dr. Archan Mehta

Gentle Reader:

I started writing

Childhood Poems

Without support,

Without encouragement,

In a place called Ahmedabad,

Barren as the moon,

Cultural wasteland.

therefore,

In the wasteland

Tears were my childhood.

I was a prisoner

was locked up

The four walls of the room,

Schools and universities,

and,

Hope of escape.

Instead, from my cage,

I often dream

About Wild Blue

The other side: Outdoors

Passionate

In the shape of the sun

Warmth and honey.

More than anything,

I wanted to be a farmer,

As simple as a leek

and red tomatoes

And apples and olives,

But I was told to study.

Engineering and Medicine

Or, by default,

As a crooked lawyer.

To express

In this predicament, I

I started writing poetry,

At that young age,

Experience

Still innocent

and a rich imagination

Can build roads and highways

Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy:

At that time I

To the lamenting poet.

Surrounded by different business types:

Small shopkeepers and inventory

Traders and Scholars

Interested in casting

Money over scholarships:

These rude and rude people

I had burnt holes in my sensitive skin.

I was certainly a lone warrior

Who worked hardest at night?

Or early in the morning,

And I am my own

Company and Event

by hand

Human imagination

And aesthetic grace,

dreamer

Commercial and

Materialistic

Consumer entity:

And so I

Laughing stock

Popular

There was no gratitude

For art and for artists.

Gentle Reader:

It was a lonely fight

Put pen to paper

And to express

This dormant

The urge to create.

I did not express

Cold, metallic feeling

But emotions

Pain and suffering,

After many years of isolation

And ruined

A brutal exam system

He knows no compromise.

If I was left

To dry off near the clouds,

The sun, the moon, the trees,

Natural creatures,

And unmistakable

Fresh and green feeling

Grass growing underneath

Your feet when walking

Alone on a beautiful beach

Near the windy sea

Gently caressing her cheek:

When you bury your feet deep

In moist soil or sand:

It was truly like paradise.

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Dr. Archan Mehta holds a PhD in Business Management. Currently, Dr. Mehta is a freelance writer and consultant based in India. Over the years, Dr. Mehta’s creative works have been featured in numerous publications across India, UK, USA, South Africa and the Middle East. In his spare time, Dr. Mehta likes to walk outdoors, party with close friends, listen to music and keep an eye on current affairs. Dr. Mehta also likes to meditate. Feel free to contact Dr. Mehta.