Poets can become mass murderers one day,
And then lauded life-savers the next.
Then choose to be a prince or a pauper,
Or a warrior woman of the opposite sex.
For imagination knows no earthly bounds,
When it comes to writing a poem's identity.
You can be an animal vegetable even mineral,
Or even a mixed bag of hellish and heavenly.
Thanks Dominic for your superb comment good sir. Take care and keep writing. Keep writing.
Yes...an outpouring of unbridled feelings paints the instantaneous face of the poet....the character of a moment...lovely poem
Yes indeed, ' a mixed bag of the hellish and heavenly'...superb! A very imaginative poem Shaun...it's a 10 from me!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you Saibal for your most kind and generous comment. I wish you well and take care and I'm glad you enjoyed reading it.