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.

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