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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

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