The Poet's Mind Poem by sreelekha premjit

audacious the idea
of being called a poet
on the basis of a few scribbled lines
neither sense nor sensibility

outrageous the belief
of declaring yourself a weaver of words
coz you wrote a few lines
and someone thought it fit to comment

incredulous the gnawing desire, poetic or otherwise
the yearning for adulation and praise
the constant need to check out
who read and who didnt

unbelievable that the pen could thus
hold its sway and enslave a mind
lost in dreams
unreceptive to actions

irrevocable the effect
the poet sits scratching her head
waiting for ideas to strike
more comments, more joy....though fleeting