A Poet Poem by Trailakya Roy

A poet is a masquerade,
With letters he does play;
When lives are in shade
And break like soft clay.

A poet wakes up at five,
And sees the sun rising.
Forgets his daily works,
And then starts rhyming.

A poet is a vagabond,
Goes for winter sleep at noon,
And dreams of a costly award,
Wakes up and writes brilliant soon.

A poet is an idle man,
He creates leisure to write.
He is a disabled man,
Against evils cannot fight.


A poet believes more in his rhyme,
Than any other action.
Rhymes can stand against time!
So he makes witty caption.


A poet is yet to come,
Equal in action and rhyme,
We need such a poet,
Who can change this time.