They think I'm crazy,
Living an illusion,
High on rhymes
and on words I'm drunken.
But funny how they fail to see
the passion
behind the words beautifully woven.
- Perhaps, it's selective vision.
Shutting your eyes
won't stop the rising sun.
Fire your bullets,
go on being the judge
It won't matter much!
Because,
My spirit won't die
the words won't cease to flow
For I'm a self confessed poet
Each new poem will only Glow
- the previous one will seem mellow!
Hey..... This is just so amazing...... whoever holds you from writing.... needs to just shut up! ! ! ....... How about calling this one as 'I AM A POET! '... an assertive and bold NAME.
I agree with Asma; you really did outshine here..... you do have that power in your lexis which enthralls....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hey Preets, a powerful poem this one... i like the way you assert the fact... love, Asma...