THE DAY I BECAME A POET
Was the day fire was burning in my body
Without burnt my flesh
The day water was running in my throat
A water which can't quench my thirst.
The day I became a poet
Was the day I drowned In the ocean of depression
The day I lost in my thought
&became stranger to life.
The day I became a poet
Was the day death slapped my face
and I survived from kissing the dusk
The day I tasted life in two dimensions
and saw life from other side.
The day I became a poet
Was the day words begins to flow in my vein
and my pen begins to flow without control.
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STOPthe day cut with a knife became the death of the pen at night.