Truth Can`t Be Stripped Off...... Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL

I ain't done anything
That makes a fellow a poet.
Just a daily worker
That earns bread with some sweat.

Never been to a library.
Never like bookworms.
The old days crossed a network of roads.
Played a gang leader of close tattooed mates!

Between arch rivals
Often broke out gang fights.
A nightmare to others in a broad daylight!
Such dog fights ate up many days and nights.

Been to a school and then to a college.
But who knew what tree bears what knowledge?
Youth pulled a trigger with youthful vigor!
Who could make out what's the price of being a terror?

No flowers no songs could cause soft ripples!
The heart was such a stone in a terrier sniffles.
Things have changed now out and out.
But they say that a terror can't ever be better than a lout!