The Story Of a Poet

The Story Of a Poet

Life has many experiences,

Too far to explain,

Too less to prevail.

Today I’ll share one.

 From all I learn.

 But this one,

You yourself churn.

That day on a walk ,

In a locality ,Stray,

Road Was Grey,

 With potholes filled with water.

Though, I must not say.

I jumped in the water.

It splashed on me .

I thought for a second,

 And went on free.

But that incident,

 Remained in my mind.

And didn't let me easily.

I went on to rewind,

 That made me write,

 Another poem moon and sun that night.

All from my inner sight.

I became a poet by my basic right.

Not by any plight.