They say I am a poet
Endowed with the wealth of words.
I smile gently
Hiding those things that are inherent in me....
A few drops of tears & some pain.
I see poetry in pottery
Beauty in ugliness
Life in inanimate things.
Some call me a lunatic
Maddened by the quirks of Fate.
I smile gently, once again,
Burying my frustration in my heart.
Because, after all, I am a poet....
Debasish Mishra
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-poet-s-tale/
