Am I A Poet??
Neither seldom,
Nor often.
I ask myself,
“Am I a Poet?”
And so strange,
My heart reacts.
Taken aback by disbelief,
I still decoded its answer.
It began by asking,
“Is black not beautiful?”
I paused,
But it continued…
“As beauty is not skin deep,
Poem is not shallow too!
No need to perplex,
For me you are an excellent poet.
You pour me out,
As and when I need to.
You have friendship,
With paper and the pen.
Then, why do you think so?
Let others sense what they want.
Listen to me, and hear them!
You may not be the best.
But for me, you are the only rest.
So, cheer up, and pour me again.
Onto paper from pen,
Its been a long time.
And now,
I really miss them.”
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“As beauty is not skin deep,
Poem is not shallow too!
—IN THESE LINES THERE IS A BIT CONFUSION DUE TO TWO CONTRASTING THINGs…baaki pata nahi ,,,,main kaunsa koi poet hu,,,
rest all is gud…its really a masterpiece of word-fluency
Its really unbelievable that my sweet little brother has grown up into a mature poet.Keep writing more and more of such poems. And dude,for me, Yes! You are a great poet.

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A beautiful poem indeed,
And a novel idea too.
Liked it immensely.
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