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Am I not important in your mordant opinion?
Or do I lie dormant in your mind all because
I do not meet your expectation of formation
In some sensational vocation of acclamation?
What is your judgment of me the writer, social
Biter, cultural fighter? Am I just your blighter?
Or is there, perhaps, some trendy envy from
Your exalted position of corporate ambition?
Perhaps, yes, I could be a tactician, technician
Or grand physician … but I’ve chosen instead
To be an honest poet who’s gladly bled his soul
In ink onto paper; to think about this world
And not blink at evil or to wink at the wicked,
Or to shrink from giving voice to the voiceless,
And the oppressed, repressed, and marginalized
I am Poet.
Wow! Again!
Thank you!
“…an honest poet who’s gladly bled his soul in ink onto paper…”My favourite line… very well written 🙂
Thank you so very much, Aishwarya! All the best to you w/blessings!
Yes, you are a poet. And a wonderful one at that. Never forget that.
Many thanks many times over! I so deeply appreciate the heartfelt encouragement and inspiration! 🙂
You are most welcome, my dear friend
Beautiful imagery
Great post
Thank you so much!