Secret Key

I had an eloquent flow Like a gust of wind I could blow But when I came To pen you off That would not become a quality That could not lift my poem From the average line To the line of extraordinary I started to use Figure of speech Like simile and metaphor This is like that That is like this Still my poems remain very poor I turned to tell story They became good theme But never become good poetry Next confession became trend I started to tell what my soul tells me They became self indulgent But poetry! they are thousand miles away Then I tried To create new phrases New epithets Next I went to doodling and surrealism They gave me in abundance But all are full of absurdities Oh! my poetry Where is your heart Is it made of stone There could I not enter? When I searched all over the world Among the poems, thousands in number I could not find the key People still like them Put them on top for various reasons Particularly I do not know I just see and keep wondering! ! I hope same fate waits for me At my poems people will throng in huge number Though I do not reveal the secret, do not give them the key This time, it’s your turn to see and wonder! !