The Life of a Poet
when i was a kid , a notorious one, i used to turn the world upside down
to calm me down my mother taught me the art of poetry, though it still remains a mystery
but back then when i used to write, my one line brought a thousand smiles
started with the small and silly ones but were loved by the ones who used to listen
one of my poems still hangs on the walls beautifully framed and well maintained
those were the days when they would appreciate
now that i have grown up
my dad shouts to say, stop all this nonsense and focus on the degree
the same art then loved was now not worthy
my mother says keep poetry as a hobby and studies your priority
i did as it was said quitted poetry and became a book worm
24/7 i studied and followed the norms
days passed and the hardwork paid off
admitted in one of the finest collages ,the ones never thought of
now that i had the same life like everyone's else on this planet
the one which askes us to run 365 just like a servant,
all this led to grave disappointment
i wanted to write poems that's what i believed my life was made for
poems that people could can relate to and adore
with confidence and a lots of uncertainty i quitted my work
my parents lost hope and the society ignored
but i knew my words were my beauty
and relate to what people feel and pen them down became my duty
the first poem i wrote was called
"THE JAME'S BOND"
which described the life of a normal person ,his duty meant to perform
my words became my life and then there came the prize
let me be more precise and call it
the love of my life
met her in an auditorium ,sitting in the black velvet dress right across the podium
as my show got over she ran upto me and asked for a favor
asked me to read her poems once and later give her some assistance
but to my surprise , her poems were so deep that i fell for it and did not even realize
time , feelings and words brought our hearts close
what beautiful moments were those
soon my family accepted me when i reached the paths of glory
listen to your heart ,is the moral of the story
even though the time r hard ,do not worry
try hard till the moment , that later in life u don't fell sorry
Copyright © Prisha Shrivastava | Year Posted 2021
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