My Pain Poem by Sawmitra Roy

I am a poet
They blame me so.
But what’s inside me,
I wish they would never know.
That broken heart.
That blur dream.
I wish I could have explained,
But cant…as it’s my grim.

I am a poet,
They blame me so.
But what lies behind my poems,
I wish they would never know.
That inexpressible passion.
That thirst to be loved.
The problems I faced,
In the ways of life…which are curved.

I am a poet,
They blame me so.
Whoever says this,
Is certainly my foe.
These stains of ink,
Will remain on this page,
I was a puppet… actually,
And the world remains a stage.