Don’t put on sale outpour of your soul
Don’t move around with a begging bowl
Just add to this ocean your drops in silence
Without seeking opinions on their excellence.
Be sure they would on the surface rise
Pearls of your thoughts won’t be hidden from eyes
Wait with patience for heart’s joyous sound
When from the ocean your drops are found.
Leave in your mind no trace of doubt
The hunters of poems will surely find you out.
Pradip Chattopadhyay
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/you-know-what-i-mean-5/
