The Two Poets

He and she sat together but on different sides

Of the same wall facing two different worlds

His side was a wonderful world of beauty and joy

Her world was all dry, lonely deserted sand

He sensed the colours of the rainbow, flowers fragrant

She shuddered under shattered glasses, crushed dreams

With glee, he carefully picked up gems, glittering words

This golden poem of his was cheered, praised, gifted

Her unsaid poems of scarred heart and bleeding soul

Never written poems, died in darkness unseen, unheard

Her only fault was that she was born under a leaking roof

And talent, in this world, is in the limelight only for the wealthy.