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Preethi Nair Poem
Bonafide
I am the poet
The sinner
The ardent lover
Whose words remain unheard
Mourned silently, whimpered alone
Died unnoticed
Never reborn
I am the poet
The mad
The raving
Who jotted down the feelings,
Desires and the notions
Not for the known or unknown
But for the bruised self
I am the poet
The soulful
The aching
With sorrowful eyes
Who never slept peacefully
Was awake in the infinite hours
Waiting for the anonymous
I am the poet
The silent
The desperate
Embraced the elapsed moments or fantasies
Whose silent wept are the loudest cry
And memories, the precious belonging
Love, the triumph ever
I am the poet
The forsaken,
The lonely soul
Ignored by the loved ones
Betrayed by the callous
Aloof to the belated apologies
And waited for the lost harmonies
I am the poet
The loser,
The unknown
The toy of the destiny
The unwanted, the forgotten soul,
Wandering, in search of the secrets
Quest for the lost paragons
I am the poet
The real,
The genuine
Neither judged
Nor disregarded any
Want to be loved with passion
And be unique in my own way
I am the poet
The creator
The dreamer
With novel impressions
Pall-bearer of rare emotions
Waiting for the miracle
To bring back the lost ecstasies
I am the poet
The curious,
The zealous
With strange yens
To explore the uncertainties,
The extremes of the world
And the truth beyond my existence
Copyright © Preethi Nair | Year Posted 2023
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Details |
Preethi Nair Poem
Bonafide
I am the poet
The sinner
The ardent lover
Whose words remain unheard
Mourned silently, whimpered alone
Died unnoticed
Never reborn
I am the poet
The mad
The raving
Who jotted down the feelings,
Desires and the notions
Not for the known or unknown
But for the bruised self
I am the poet
The soulful
The aching
With sorrowful eyes
Who never slept peacefully
Was awake in the infinite hours
Waiting for the anonymous
I am the poet
The silent
The desperate
Embraced the elapsed moments or fantasies
Whose silent wept are the loudest cry
And memories, the precious belonging
Love, the triumph ever
I am the poet
The forsaken,
The lonely soul
Ignored by the loved ones
Betrayed by the callous
Aloof to the belated apologies
And waited for the lost harmonies
I am the poet
The loser,
The unknown
The toy of the destiny
The unwanted, the forgotten soul,
Wandering, in search of the secrets
Quest for the lost paragons
I am the poet
The real,
The genuine
Neither judged
Nor disregarded any
Want to be loved with passion
And be unique in my own way
I am the poet
The creator
The dreamer
With novel impressions
Pall-bearer of rare emotions
Waiting for the miracle
To bring back the lost ecstasies
I am the poet
The curious,
The zealous
With strange yens
To explore the uncertainties,
The extremes of the world
And the truth beyond my existence
Copyright © Preethi Nair | Year Posted 2023
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