do not make a poet smile

scrawl not the forced rhymes

scattered dots of chaos be aligned,

full of fancy words so mellifluous,

do not make a poet smile

 

poets are easy to fall in

poets are easy to fall with

melange of metaphors of changing times,

be it pain or its lessening or love

 

row the boat in shallow waters may be

the wood, the oars though unavailing

curse not the treacherous oceans then

but lament the boat why not it moving

 

grooving a trail in muck-mush of steps

dragging the rising weight of sunsets

blow out the candle, sweetheart, be it dark

kiss me with your blank verses

when it all fails and fall

 

@Written Frames, 2019
I wish not to believe in existence of easy paths, but to survive if ever scathed.