When I Became a Poet

Oh what a day that was! When I got that Crazy idea To be a poet and To attend poets’ conference To present my reference But before it I must write a poem fit For the occasion And to show my passion I prepared a poem Taking hints from other poems After all We must learn something From the existing Next day I got up early Got ready Making my hair curly But in a harry I cut my face while shaving And spilled some curry But I was determined So I whispered Don’t mind I remembered my God And stepped out And hit my knee Against the auto door Yet it could not Deter me anymore Next step was Really tough one For the place of organization Was known to none Hungry tired I anyhow I could find the destination And again my determination Fired up like the sighs of A sad lover But it was just bed luck That I forgot My script in the auto I rushed back To find that wretch But only the darkness Of the street was stretched With the resolution To again any other occasion I slowly started back home But found no means to travel And it was a real trouble Some stray dogs in the street Could not recognize me as a poet And rushed madly After me deadly I jumped I stumped And in this chase I got many bumped Somebody helped me To my home with Torn and dirty clothes To refresh my mood I made TV turn on And saw live telecast It was the poets’ conference And the same auto driver Was reciting my poem With his own reference