by Swila Bathool
P-o-e-m, how does one spell?
not so easy as to spell hell
A poet thinks of what to write
and starts to write with all his might
Oh! its bad, scratch it up
drinking tea from the hot tea cup
Readers exclaim: "Its wonderful"
poets only know it's awful
Dreamers, they are, How do I know?
Yup, I am one among them though
English, I write in this language most
not as an expert as Robert Frost
They say, my thoughts are so deep
so deep that others can't even peep
Please pay me some heed
to me cause encouragement that is what I need