A POET, I AM NOT………
A writer jotting down
A novel, random thought
Playing with words, in deserted parks
My only friends, by a long shot
Calculating the win-loss ratio
Of the countless battles fought.
Singing doleful melodies
With longings that are fraught.
Loving, losing and loving again
Life has been a lengthy draught
A dreamer and a drifter maybe
A poet, I am not. A poet, I am not………....