This Isn’t A Poem
This Isn’t A Poem
This isn’t a Poem,
I am not a Poet.
The thought flow, sometimes-
Quickly, scribbled without a cut.
Play of words, in the mind-
As is, on a sheet, minus the satanic Ifs and But.
This isn’t a Poem,
I am not a Poet.
Revolving around an idea, triggered by-
A leaf, a sweet chirp or a salt maker’s hut.
Or at times, it’s the open sky,
Or the book shelf or a bowl of salty peanut.
This isn’t a Poem,
I am not a Poet.
From a speeding automobile – running lamp posts,
Changing city skyline or a distant chimney smut.
Words – rhymed and unrhymed,
On a paper, pouring out your mind’s gut.
This isn’t a Poem,
I am not a Poet.
By the sea, a valley, at hours of dawn or sunset-
Words, from a mind, totally un-shut.
Some known ones, to this realm-
Yeats, Tagore, Omar, Wordsworth & Eliot.
This isn’t a Poem,
I am not a Poet.
In stanzas, phrases – lyric, dramatic or narrative
Ballad, Epic, Limerick or a Sonnet.
Pure, unadulterated thoughts – captured
By one, who is sometimes, called a Poet.
This isn’t a Poem,
I am not a Poet.