Birds do not sing to me now...
Breeze does not whisper.....
No cloud cuddles me… Sun does not smile
Selene do not dress me in darkness,
Like Endymion, to adore
Melancholy is no bliss to me now
I am not a poet anymore....
I no longer dance with rain
Dewdrops do not quench my thirst
I could not talk to the flower now
That bloomed in all its mirth
Sea makes no sound to me
As it meet the shore
Sky does not take me in its arm
And mountains do not lure
Strange faces!
I could not taste their laughter
Nor I smell their affection
I do not hear them smile
Their tears I do not gather
I could not feel their breath
Their eyes do not talk
There is no song in heart beat
Their lips do not mock
There is no warmth in darkness
Its affection I do not feel
Inured to common din now
To me silence is no longer pure
Melancholy is no bliss to me now
I am not a poet anymore....
Aparna Sinha
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-am-not-a-poet-anymore/
