He Must Be a Poet

They say he’s a loser, the shabby look does not bother him, Sitting by himself and lost in his thoughts, Seems like normal thoughtful moment for him. They say he’s a loser, He goes deep inside a love song to find the meaning of love, He feels the sorrow in the sad songs to understand the pain of his heart, He plays the sad flute music to meet his lover sometime. They say he’s a loser, He peers in the flower blossoms to have a close encounter with the beauty, He looks up to the clouds to send his love message to his distant lover, He envisions eternal love in the perpetuity of waves beating the seashore. They say he’s a loser, What people say, it does not matter, He loves the peace, stillness, and silence in his thoughts, I guess he must be a poet!