I'M Not A Poet

N Neela Nath Das Neela Nath Das
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I can't get every word, you write with my blood. It flies above my head. I'm a nincompoop, who pretends to be a poet but not actually, as you are all.My eyes are closed, I'm flying. Any time I may fall. Once a famous poet of Poemhunter advised me to send my poems to him to give them good flavor, as I'm multilingual, I may not know the language, I mean English well. Though depressed, I couldn't do that. Val assured me with her kind words and getting enthused I wrote many poems. Now I think, were they poetry? The ups and downs, few love and great hatred, fill my eyes with tear still now.... I declare I'm not a poet but a fool, who pretends as if he is a poet, but fails to catch the feelings of his friends and goes on stooping emotion from the withered hearts!

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