I Am a Poet

A leaf on the ground Leaf from the book of my life Lying dry and lifeless On the scorching earth I walk over My tired feet Feels the sound of bloodless pain Death could not kill pain Who that could be Had the leaf a grave I would have written POET A befitting epitaph For the carver of epitaphs I am sweet Yet a bit bitter I am love Yet a bit hater I am honest Yet a bit cheater I am content Yet a bit jealous I am beauty Yet a bit ugly I am Godly Yet a bit devil I am human Yet a bit inhuman I am peace Yet a bit unease I am mindless Yet a bit spontaneous I am usual Yet a bit of wonder I am silence Yet a bit of thunder I have no colour Yet a bit rainbow I am everything I can be Yet I carry nothing in me I am wild And a bit of nature