They said i am a poet...
What is a poem but mere words?
Do words weep, do words smile?
Can a word make you laugh or cry?
Can a word wipe a tear in the eye..?
Can a word cause the clashing of swords
Or the clinking of glasses?
That which is a rose for one
For another maybe a thorn
Can a word heal one heart
And cruelly tear another apart?
Can a word traverse miles
Carrying with it tears and smiles?
If words can make you love or hate
Can a word decide your fate?
If it can then the poet's not me
For the poem is that which lies within thee....
And they said I am a poet..
About Me
- Dhanashree
- I am a bundle of paradoxes.. A silent volcano.. Flexible in thought, yet rigid in beliefs...I believe in destiny.. creating my destiny..I am a health conscious food freak... practically emotional..emotionally practical... I am a rebel..I do only what I believe in doing...and love doing things my way.. I enjoy the little surprises that life throws at me..Spiritual but not religious.. traditional but not conformist.. I enjoy the little pleasures of life..long walks, classroom pranks, a steaming cup of ginger tea, the smell of the first rains, flowers, endless introspection , tapri talks...and the list goes on.. :-)
2 comments:
Its quite confusing but still sounds Good :-)
Whatever it is, but words do make a difference, a big one, indeed!! And you've done that very lucidly...Keep going, dear :-) You are the poet...
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