I wasn't born with
A silver pen,
Neither a golden lip.
I wasn't served
Dictionaries as breakfast
Neither riddles as lunch,
I do not sip off the Stream of Knowledge, neither do I bathe in Rivers full of wisdom.
I am just a man,
An ordinary being,
Finding delight in
My Zone of imaginations,
I speak reality, I speak fiction.
Do not look at me amazed,
You would only make me feel assailed.
I do not deserve your rays of Applauds, I am just a poet, a pilot of Thousand words.
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