OF ‘HOW’, ‘WHY’ AND ‘WHY NOT!’

Poet! O poet! Pray help me perceive,
How such beauty in your songs u weave!
Do the words gush in or slowly flow,
From heart to mind? Pray let me know!
Wherefrom these thoughts, and how do you coat,
Them with sweet rhythm and musical note?
And do by some divine magic so strange,
The words by themselves in order arrange?

You write with equal beauty, of joy and of pain;
Of life and of death, of love and of rain;
I know you too enjoy your rhyme,
And self-celebrate from time to time.
So do not O! Poet, modesty feign!
So confide or brag as you will, be vain!
Go on! Tell me! How do you pen,
These beautiful thoughts, now and then.

The poet smiled, and thus he spake:
“Modesty is close to Fake,
And so none of it, today from me,
The truth today, shall I set free!
I plagiarize from life itself,
And write of things within my self,
Each word I write does indeed denote,
A ripple that once rocked my Life-boat

And yes, what I write I do cherish
For all my sorrows they somehow perish,
When moments I steal from memories of mine,
And rhyme and music, to them I assign.
For all of these moments, grateful I am,
Without them I would not be who I am!
For the joy, the rain, the beauty, the pain,
Wouldn’t mind living all over again!"