Tale of a poet.


When I am low and drowned

In crests of a mean society

I slip into my cocoon

I feel what they call vacuüm

I see what they know as dark

When a day tumult dies down

One by one and bit by bit

My words come to me

Each strengthens me

Each leaving me happy

More than a castle

More than bliss

And make me a  poet.

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