Ignorance
Should flow in my head
As I’ve known nothing
Still
How can I?
Play such tricky games
With my otherwise
Naïve pen
Materialized mind
And crystallized heart
Please don’t think of me
An oracle
I’m just
An ignorant
Your pen spitting black ink like phlegm
Alphabets dancing like an amateur
Words concealing the true story
Metaphors so embarrassed like a bad comedian
Expression so artificial like of a cloned sheep
And
Then you call yourself
A Poet
Wow- Kamran!
You have done a great job
Such a big lie
I speak to myself
Like a chocolaty truth
Whenever I produce
A good-looking poem
This is such a deep and pure poem, nice to read, well done
when I dissapear words just rise like blackbirds, jackdaws in the skies without the I that often spies.........wonderful poetry, make me float.
'How can I? Play such tricky games......... ' really a true poet cannot play tricky games! excellent ideas
WOW Kamran! ! ! We all do agree with you when u admire your creation, even we too nod in agreement that u r a good poet! ! ! Your poetry flows from heart, every heart is beautiful and good, every word u write is beautiful....and all beautiful and good things deserve their share of appreciation! ! ! You are a fantastic poet! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
a poet in the first place must be a fan of his own creations...he can be his own critic only next...a honest well written piece on what we feel on ourselves at times as writers...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thats BullSh**t negger