And i am a poet
One of my classmates
Just yesterday suspected
If i could write
And those poems
On the wall were mine
On my face
A colleague once said
She did not like poetry
All poets are out of head
An uncle does not see me
Eye to eye
Since the time i told him
I started writing again
Perhaps he just can’t tolerate
A poet from his neighborhood
Listening upon the news
From my wife
My father in law said
If I have gone off my head
I asked a distant aunty
To read some of mine
She said
She did not have time
Though she sits upon the roof
And whole day gazes
The face of a passer by
A rumour is spread
Of my being betrayed
Or being hurt
By my childhood friend
Nephews and nieces jock
It is highly possible
Once more i am in love
Yet my students are seemed
To think that
A genius like me
Should keep up my muse
So I keep writing
No more i tell anyone
That I write
And I am a poet