Looking into the future
Detailing the past,
But with words very few
Seeing the errors of many,
But voicing it out
Only with ink
Helping
The poor in mind
To be rich in wisdom
A poet is a well,
Deep and never
Lacking water
A poet sings
With the angles
He hears their voice
A poet is strong
With great powers
Even kings he can control
Show me a poet
And let me show you
His endless efforts
Can you show me this poet?
Let me make you see
His burnt candles
I want to see this poet
So that I can
Make my ways look like his
I don’t know
If am a Poet
Can you show me the poet in me?