[Poetry] If by Rajnish Mishra
Work is worship. It earns returns.
Wives with a poet husband want
his work bring returns.
Time invested in poetic affairs does not reflect
upon account. Life’s short, wants unlimited,
each second must count.
“Don’t build your Nobel in the air”, she says,
motherly, practical and fair. Pardons poor husband’s
transgressions, and that day’s dreamy affair.
The poet, reveling in the glory, in return, forgets
to think of savings account or count his bank notes
before they are printed, had he invested his hours not in “air”
but on something that made money, a fair deal,
not a faint promise of lines in the account book of immortality,
long after his affairs they burn or bury his memory,
and his family has learnt to live without his airs.
If the dice roll right, his coin minted, the mighty poet
will rise from the dead, alive once more, more alive than before,
he will sit at his rightful throne. Only if!
© Rajnish Mishra
Rajnish Mishra is a poet, writer, translator and blogger born and brought
up in Varanasi, India. He is the editor of PPP Ezine, a poetry ezine. He
has a blog on poetry, poetics and aesthetic pleasure: poetrypoeticspleasure.wordpress.com