The poet within

Inside us all, somewhere deep within,
Lays a poet in slumber deep.
Away from this worldly noise, this din
It chooses it’s head to keep.
Time and again, from caverns wide,
Made with thoughts of the sparkling kind,
It fishes out some words to guide,
Our bumbling and oft-confused mind.
It tells us what words mean,
It leads us to ideas new.
It cooks up worlds umpteen,
Simply out of the blue.
But lost they are forever when,
We just think of them and forget.
So heed my words, grab paper and pen,
And write on while the ink is wet.


  1. Concise, Sweet and poetic indeed. I can never write stuff like this ;)


    1. Thanks Rajiv :)


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