A leaf on the ground
Leaf from the book of my life
Lying dry and lifeless
On the scorching earth
I walk over
My tired feet
Feels the sound of bloodless pain
Death could not kill pain
Who that could be
Had the leaf a grave
I would have written
POET
A befitting epitaph
For the carver of epitaphs
I am sweet
Yet a bit bitter
I am love
Yet a bit hater
I am honest
Yet a bit cheater
I am content
Yet a bit jealous
I am beauty
Yet a bit ugly
I am Godly
Yet a bit devil
I am human
Yet a bit inhuman
I am peace
Yet a bit unease
I am mindless
Yet a bit spontaneous
I am usual
Yet a bit of wonder
I am silence
Yet a bit of thunder
I have no colour
Yet a bit rainbow
I am everything I can be
Yet I carry nothing in me
I am wild
And a bit of nature
I am a poet
An insightful and rigorous self-examination on the trials and vicissitudes that a poet encounters.