🌷WHY I AM🌷
---Rajumoni Saikia
Destinatin of my journey is not still confirmed and fixed.
Oh my beloved poets,can you be able to say?
Inspired by inner force I am racing like a horse.
But dont know where to go and why.
Racing like wind of the open sky.
I stay with poems till midnight, elated to sleep with new born creations,
Awake like a poem,
Enjoy the beauty of life walking with poems hand in hand.
Taking a poem in my pocket,
Sat on a chair in several times,
At the last raw of every poetry confluence,
Waited for the announcement of my name, sometimes waited till the last name of the list.
Sometimes returened home without reading,
Bearing a saddest heart.
Unknowing the destination ,I am racing still.
Talks with my words.
Read how they depict my wish,
I try to tollerate listening the comments about my hope,
Observe how they carry me to the sky and teach how to fly.
No one is still talling me , where the destination is confirmed for me. No one can be!
Without hasitations,
Actually I am running for me unknowing the end. Because I am a poet; only write for me.
No destination is fixed for any poet ,
He travels , runs , flies untill he is happy.
I am the same ,racing happily.
Unknowing the destination I am racing.
Offering flowers on my road some one kept peatals sometimes,
Puncuated me ,
Narrated many times till I was upset, Estimated to make me fail , understimated,
Interprited to break my journey.
Still I am burnning,
Though I am running
Picking myself from the deep pond still racing like a racing horse. My road is free.
Taking love from mom Sumanpriya,
Taking courage from poet Rohini Behera,
Inpired by Rajdeep Choudhuri,
Blessed by Joseph spenice Sr.
Racing and racing like a racing horse.
Time is changed.
My poetries are racing becoming like a horse.
Its now torse bearer to me. Once raced for poetry,
Now poetry is carring me from one place to another,
Thanks to Poet Binay and Sarbasish, Albenian poet Adritik Jace and Poet Delo Isufi.
Poetpriyotosh,
Brother Manmohan,
Damudor and all Poet and poetries.
Started the journey from my thousand years old little village Jagi to Islampur and Raiganj via hyderabad.
Why I am and what for?
Racing and racing, dont know why .
Destination of my journey is not still confirmed and fixed.
Dear beloved poets, can you say where are to be gone and whats are waited for me?
Copyrights@ Rajumoni Saikia
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Rajumoni Saikia
Poet & Writer
Jagi, Assam, India
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