Friday, March 30, 2018

Poem: Poets and Others


Poets and Others

Word, another word...so on, poets write,
Others, too, know the words fairly alright.
Yet, others could not put them orderly in thought,
Poets could, because, they are poets; others are not.
Though we all do have same organs for sense,
poets discern delicately and deftly dispense.
Not the eyes and ears that make difference,
It's their genius mind loaded with prudence.
Are electro-chemical signals in brain’s neurons,
make someone poet and some others morons ?
Is it a God's gift? or biology-chemistry? 
What makes someone poet - is not it a mystery?