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Bonfide

Bonafide 

I am the poet 
The sinner 
The ardent lover
Whose words remain unheard 
Mourned silently, whimpered alone   
Died unnoticed 
Never reborn 

I am the poet 
The mad
The raving 
Who jotted down the feelings, 
Desires and the notions 
Not for the known or unknown   
But for the bruised self 

I am the poet 
The soulful   
The aching 
With sorrowful eyes 
Who never slept peacefully 
Was awake in the infinite hours
Waiting for the anonymous  

I am the poet 
The silent 
The desperate  
Embraced the elapsed moments or fantasies 
Whose silent wept are the loudest cry 
And memories, the precious belonging
Love, the triumph ever 

I am the poet 	
The forsaken, 
The lonely soul 
Ignored by the loved ones 
Betrayed by the callous  
Aloof to the belated apologies
And waited for the lost harmonies 

I am the poet 
The loser, 
The unknown
The toy of the destiny 
The unwanted, the forgotten soul, 
Wandering, in search of the secrets
Quest for the lost paragons  

I am the poet
The real, 
The genuine 
Neither judged 
Nor disregarded any 
Want to be loved with passion     
And be unique in my own way 

I am the poet 
The creator
The dreamer 
With novel impressions
Pall-bearer of rare emotions 
Waiting for the miracle 
To bring back the lost ecstasies 

I am the poet 
The curious, 
The zealous 
With strange yens 
To explore the uncertainties,
The extremes of the world    
And the truth beyond my existence

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