A Cook and a Poet

In the kitchen
Having with the knife
I know 
I am a poet

In the note book
Having with the pen
Or the fingers with keys
I know
The difficulty of being
To be called 
I am a poet

Things can be 
Turned into creative for taste
Things to words 
To be turned for taste
Still I am a poor

 Udaya R. Tennakoon
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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