I wish I had the pen to write about you my poet friend
your passion, your love and your imaginations, unbounded.
I want this world to know how you see beautiful things around
But I don't have the words nor the meter to fit your rhymes.
The researchers say, wandering mind is sign of unhappiness,
Should I conclude by writing that poets are unhappy people on earth?
But without them world may not know what real happiness means,
They are true reflectors of happenings around us, are they not?