I'm no author, novelist or poet.
I'm just Me,
And don't I know it.
I don't need to be classified,
As long as I'm writing, I'm satisfied.
Typing out words, line by line,
I don't care if they don't rhyme.
I don't care if my verses don't scan:
I'm not always an Iambic Man.
I just say what I gotta say,
I'm not worried about any pay.
Words come to me without much bidding,
The world of its evils I hope to be ridding.
I love to spread lots and lots of Love,
Bringing peace to all like a messenger dove.
Things of beauty bring joy, John Keats rightly said,
To make us sleep easy when we go to bed.
So I'll paint what I paint,
And sing what I sing,
Just letting those words
Do their magical thing.
Thank You Rajnish. Yes Humility is the way rather than egotism.
Typing out words, line by line, You have showed us the way as to how we should present ourselves before others Great: I don't care if they don't rhyme. Words come to me without much bidding, The world of its evils I hope to be ridding.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank You Eugene. It was just something I had to say.