Not On Poetry

“Your English is good,” It is a common compliment. And the next line goes like, ” Where did you learn that?” I, an ordinary soul, digest the mixed feeling about that, without uttering a word. I am still deciding on building a workable resume. A creative one. To be more precise. Where life and work balances down the line of creativity. And I am still deciding on a working influence of a poetic line. I gave up on the world long, long ago. Cliches of long-lost words. Not on poetry.