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?
