FATE

Who told you am a poet??
Do I look like one
Where did I get that art from
Am not one
I wasn’t born to be one

Or its what I write ?
I pen my thoughts
That I can’t speak out
Fate has forced me to

Yes fate!!
I wonder why people call me a poet
I wish they knew
I wish i could tell them
But still…
I wish they could understand

So I know…..
They won’t understand
So I remain silent
And choose to put it on paper
Let them read it

I know one day they will
They will see the fire
That is burning me
They will see the tears
That’s wetting me
They will see sorrow
That hides behind my dimples

But for now…
I know the power of the pen ?
I will pen it
Until they see ‘me’