I am a Poet

I am a poet
Who was born of pleasure and pain.
I was destined and sent here
To preach freedom
That’s in my vain.
Above science, above history supreme is my art.
Not from flesh or from nerves
It pours down from my heart.

In my country, I see,
So many winding roads.
Oh here each curve witnesses
Martyrs of truth and freedom.
They killed my castes and made outcasts.
But again we resurrect
And from poet to poet
We pass on the ultimate cause.

I am the voice, I declare,
Voice of the voiceless.
I am the beacon for ever
Near the dwindling light.
Here, I am the poet
In this watch
To guide the confused vessels
Till another one come over here
To take my fiery torch.