A Poet - 01

I call him a poet He Who beautifies his loneliness Sitting all alone In the dark. Someone Who has stopped To compare with The hills of status, The oceans of achievement, The deserts of pain, The Suns of ego, The Moons of pleasure, And even if Has stopped Chasing his own shadow, The very epitome of Being followed by others. Such a being- A pure soul, An innocent heart, A creative mind, A light body Ready to fly up high And sigh any pain away. He is really Second to God- God of creation, God of Nutrition, God of Destruction- The Poet.