My love for poetry

Come over to my little world

I eat words for a living

Masticate it for a lifetime

Be with it for a period of time.

All poets are really fools, I rather be a fool

Than be inside a pool with vagabond on the rule.

Come over to my little world

Where words interprets itself

Confusion sometimes flows like a stream

Through my little world of illusions feels like a dream,

I have really been in this trip

Watering my gardens hunting for my dreams

Words in words always in one accord

Lifting my little pen waiting for words that across.

Come over to my little world

And see words wonders of a common man.