Poet

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A poet.
They said,
I'm a poet.
Collecting a few drops of water
at the tips of my fingers,
and making an ocean out of them. 
An ocean of words, to be precise.
Perhaps, they don't know
about the thunderstorms I endured,
to collect the bits and pieces of moisture,
from the roaring lights and
the chaotic monsoon showers,
who once had even threatened to destroy me.

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