Life Of A Poet Poem by Ahatisham Alam

I found myself present in a lonely wood
The air was bitterly cold but seemed good
There I found a solitary house at blank
The door was made of fir plank
The spacious, the enormous the delightful dwell
The flexible branches of frangrant lilac smell
The dipper at the sky
Really looking glorious at mid of night,
The flexible life of struggle and flight,
Who knows the poet and his plight?
Always struggling with heart and brain,
This is the reality of my life!