A Liar Poet

Poets are accused to be a liar But here in this poem I am telling you to believe me For the reason that though I write poems Yet I have not become a poet And poems are not poems either they are true confessions The true perception and conception according to my heart and mind Till now there is nothing wrong Neither with me nor with my poems We are both going perfectly hand in hand But if I go like this few lines more Then I fear this could be a poem and I could be a poet No more I could hold up tight what I promised to you I am itching to tell you a true lie That I gave my all what I had to my love And I was happy because she received well So far so good, yet it does not become a poem My honesty and truthfulness did not get any recognition So I am telling you now a big lie that I am big poet Do you still believe that poets do not tell a lie? Squarely the onus is on you, I am getting late bye, bye! A liar Poet Poets are accused to be a liar But here in this poem I am telling you to believe me For the reason that though I write poems Yet I have not become a poet And poems are not poems either they are true confessions The true perception and conception according to my heart and mind Till now there is nothing wrong Neither with me nor with my poems We are both going perfectly hand in hand But if I go like this few lines more Then I fear this could be a poem and I could be a poet No more I could hold up tight what I promised to you I am itching to tell you a true lie That I gave my all what I had to my love And I was happy because she received well So far so good, yet it does not become a poem My honesty and truthfulness did not get any recognition So I am telling you now a big lie that I am big poet Do you still believe that poets do not tell a lie? Squarely the onus is on you, I am getting late bye, bye! A liar Poet Poets are accused to be a liar But here in this poem I am telling you to believe me For the reason that though I write poems Yet I have not become a poet And poems are not poems either they are true confessions The true perception and conception according to my heart and mind Till now there is nothing wrong Neither with me nor with my poems We are both going perfectly hand in hand But if I go like this few lines more Then I fear this could be a poem and I could be a poet No more I could hold up tight what I promised to you I am itching to tell you a true lie That I gave my all what I had to my love And I was happy because she received well So far so good, yet it does not become a poem My honesty and truthfulness did not get any recognition So I am telling you now a big lie that I am big poet Do you still believe that poets do not tell a lie? Squarely the onus is on you, I am getting late bye, bye! A liar Poet Poets are accused to be a liar But here in this poem I am telling you to believe me For the reason that though I write poems Yet I have not become a poet And poems are not poems either they are true confessions The true perception and conception according to my heart and mind Till now there is nothing wrong Neither with me nor with my poems We are both going perfectly hand in hand But if I go like this few lines more Then I fear this could be a poem and I could be a poet No more I could hold up tight what I promised to you I am itching to tell you a true lie That I gave my all what I had to my love And I was happy because she received well So far so good, yet it does not become a poem My honesty and truthfulness did not get any recognition So I am telling you now a big lie that I am big poet Do you still believe that poets do not tell a lie? Squarely the onus is on you, I am getting late bye, bye! A liar Poet Poets are accused to be a liar But here in this poem I am telling you to believe me For the reason that though I write poems Yet I have not become a poet And poems are not poems either they are true confessions The true perception and conception according to my heart and mind Till now there is nothing wrong Neither with me nor with my poems We are both going perfectly hand in hand But if I go like this few lines more Then I fear this could be a poem and I could be a poet No more I could hold up tight what I promised to you I am itching to tell you a true lie That I gave my all what I had to my love And I was happy because she received well So far so good, yet it does not become a poem My honesty and truthfulness did not get any recognition So I am telling you now a big lie that I am big poet Do you still believe that poets do not tell a lie? Squarely the onus is on you, I am getting late bye, bye!