The Poet.

Am i,the poet ,i don't know

Where to start,

To end ,

My words flown away from

My dictionary,

If it has gone to your street find them for me

With out them,

I am lying

In the battle field of literature,

Just like

As the bullet pierced soldier in a war front

Unnoticed, neglected, uninformed,

Or a badly hilted sand of summer lying alone

In the shore,

Got

Lot of contemporary feelings,

Want to scribe in the back of

Time -the subtle thief that for the social cause

Can't asses

The social-replica of

My words

Of my scribes

Know only truth,

The responsibility that

Has been bestowed with me by my heart

You call me ,I am the poet,

But I treat myself as a just a visionary of future

Takes, consideration to the contemporary events

It's replica on mankind

Global peace , universal brother-hood

Is my language ,

Contradiction, trust , compassion,love is my philosophy,

Can you treat me as the poet?