Who Is A Poet
Its my mind,
That often asks me,
“Are you a poet?”
I counter-question him,
“Who do you think is a poet?”
He backs himself roaring,
“You don’t rhyme!!!”
But I said,
“Are you a mind???
But you don’t own intellect….”
He silences his silence,
But I go on….
“The flower smelling bad,
Still remains a flower.
Rhyme does not test poet,
But a poet does test rhyme.
Poet pens down his own feelings,
And not somebody else’s.
He knows to pour heart,
Without shedding any blood!!!
The friend of paper,
And the kin of pen,
He doesn’t defy them.
So, You stand nowhere,
To judge a poet…
Only a poet can rightly do so…
Nobody else!!”


A very nice poem.
Liked the internal dialogue,
the idea & the poem too.
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