My PASSION..My GIFT (english poems)

THE LOST POET

THE LOST POET

For sometime I know, I was  a good poet

Sometimes cheerful, and often quiet.

The thoughts I write, those, I easily get

And when I write, seems everything is set.

I was  a lost poet, a forgotten talent

Before, I write anywhere I went

Seems like the devil had his hands to sent

I’ve regret, andnot so much to comment.

The time I was lost  I was insane

I tasted losing, failure and sometimes pain

It was like standing in the pouring of rain

It was like a song with no refrain.

After years of resting I now again writ

Learning comes after and made me bright

Though I haven’t seen the whole of the light

Yet feels like I’m high as simple as the kite

My skills may not be as much as before,

But I swear to do this even from my deepest core

I hope I’d have a mind always like an open door

But at any rate, will never forget stepping on the floor.