Poems

poetry

If poetry were a human
I bet she would be sad
Like being the one to everyone
who they think they understand

She describes a spectrum of colours
but lives in black and white
She's written by men and women
From different points of life

Everyone has an opinion
Each different from the other
Some worship her for redemption
And some hardly bother

But if I were poetry
With no single identity
I doubt I would be happy
never known by nobody

But I hope she finds someone
Who reads her not to comprehend
Who treats her like a human
With delicate little hands and head

I hope she finds a place
Where she needs not to pretend
I hope she finds a face
So simple and elegant

And I wish so utterly
For the one to be me
But I doubt she apprehends me
For I Am Poetry.

K.CWaghela
_poemholic