Nur'ayn (new reign)
Not Just A Poet - Poem by Nur'ayn (new reign)
Alone, at times, I lie back and wonder-
How God made me an artist with words on paper
The beauty of the load I am born to deliver,
Remains a mystery-like a Qur'an to a believer.
I wondered what was going on in Fuentes's sense,
When he said that writing is a struggle against silence
Now I know why my tongue cannot say what I want,
And why my pen is a better gun with which I hunt.
My ancestors are some creatures of amazement
They died decades ago but their works didn't-for a moment
Kipling and Shakespeare, Angelou and Wordsworth
No man on earth can say what each of their words worth.
As I lie here alone, watching as the dawn goes home
Wondering why my mind is never tired to roam
I realize that I am a poet, but not just a poet
With every sonnet, blank verse and heroic couplet.
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