When I Became A Poet Poem by V P Mahur

Oh what a day that was!
When I got that
Crazy idea
To be a poet and
To attend poets’ conference
To present my reference
But before it
I must write a poem fit
For the occasion
And to show my passion
I prepared a poem
Taking hints from other poems
After all
We must learn something
From the existing
Next day I got up early
Got ready
Making my hair curly
But in a harry
I cut my face while shaving
And spilled some curry
But I was determined
So I whispered
Don’t mind
I remembered my God
And stepped out
And hit my knee
Against the auto door
Yet it could not
Deter me anymore
Next step was
Really tough one
For the place of organization
Was known to none
Hungry tired I anyhow
I could find the destination
And again my determination
Fired up like the sighs of
A sad lover
But it was just bed luck
That I forgot
My script in the auto
I rushed back
To find that wretch
But only the darkness
Of the street was stretched
With the resolution
To again any other occasion
I slowly started back home
But found no means to travel
And it was a real trouble
Some stray dogs in the street
Could not recognize me as a poet
And rushed madly
After me deadly
I jumped I stumped
And in this chase
I got many bumped
Somebody helped me
To my home with
Torn and dirty clothes
To refresh my mood
I made TV turn on
And saw live telecast
It was the poets’ conference
And the same auto driver
Was reciting my poem
With his own reference