To Be A Poet

To Be A Poet long poem

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Like everyone else,
A poet has dreams
Dreams to flow within the letters of the words
That lead him closer to his destiny

He is partial
To imagine
What the neural network
Across the brain cannot

Even if he was blind,
He’d be able to identify
Colours that the optic nerve

He may not be linguistic
But any word
That bounces off his tongue
Is utterly veracious

He is not bumptious
For he is aware
Of his flair
And that’s enough

A poet learns
Not to be
Of mistakes

Just grab them,
Smash them,
Throw them into
Concentration camps

Let them
Tremble instead
Set the political prisoners

Authorise people
To judge,
He will still conciliate

Remain faithful
To himself
That’s his

Isn’t his desire
Will someday expire

Any man can be like him – a poet
Be it an orphan or Pasteur
As long as the real grandeur
Is in the depth of his soul

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