Poet! Am I one?
Without an aim I wrote,
Started, for a fun
Mind’s creation I note.
Wandering thoughts, a lot,
Coming together, they fight,
Words fighting for a slot,
Poem coming to the light.
Poem first, or the poet?
I asked myself, in vain
Poem first, then the poet,
Answer came from the brain.
Never a poet creates a poem,
Oh dear poet, you lives in your poem.
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