I Know
Don’t you talk to me Like I do not know, I know That the best of poems were never written in ink That the purest of thoughts lies deep I know True smiles comes from the eyes and That happiness do not fly on wings of wish That men are desperate and some evil Don’t you dare talk to me Like I do not know That the heavens is endless and defies science, that The stars therein are not only ornaments, each and all its name and wonders as assigned I know That God made us and then we made our personal demons, everyman his own That chance and time happens and men and women mere witnesses and chroniclers That our destination is of utmost essence just as well as the path Dare you school me! I know, poetry is my cure and my disease That I can create a beauty and a beautiful thing in and from this world of nothingness That as a poet and not a common man Sitting on that rung comes with its woes Enough to mar or make I have always known To listen caref
