Writings Of My Mind Poem by Marc Jude Fernandes

Let me not disclose to you the writings of my mind
My mind writes verses which in time only sink into oblivion
Some are remembered, some are forgotten by mankind
Poor children of mine! They'll never find recognition

It is my mind that writes, not my pen
A perfect blend of spirit and intellect
Receiving though no bounty from men
Only derision, indifference and neglect

To comprehend my writings shouldn't be so hard
I'm just calling a spade a spade
They are products of a faithful bard
Remember they are begotten, not made

For my children will never have an expiry date
Forever in them I shall live, untouched by the hand of fate