I Am # 03

I'm not a poet No poem I've written I never try to write, never try to sit beside the word, never dare on it, never try to hug it's diction, never try to be closed to its fiction, never try to love it; but never hate to meet, never make my pen to kiss poem's lip never try to touch it in awaken; never in depth dream or in sleep! I do not understand the word of poem, do not know its shape, do not recite its map, It is puzzling me, befalling I am in that I hear it on fair audible stage where it is recited Its bewildering thought plays a game fight in my mind! Kicks me it, leaves me in noise world! The poets I've seen never try to be closed to them for great respect or shame! I've heard -the poet those who are in prophetic word; that is the words are originated from farsighted; The words come every time as long as they live from unknown to known; known to future born, Poet writes all over crowded to lone, adorn to forlorn, through introspection to outer vision. But I'm not a poet I have no power into me to write the poem. By writing poem none can Identify me- ‘This is a Poet' By writing I just sweep ‘An inner inn' to see myself So that I do not fall into oblivion abyss For my discovering I come to poetic press - February 28,2018 Chittagong, Bangladesh