——“Being a poet”——


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—–“Being a poet”—-
(It’s a mission not a dream)

I never dreamt ever going this path;
this path of weaving words,
inking from the depth of my soul,
to the glorious days of this life.

Being a poet,
has taught me great lessons: 
of which not money nor beauty,
could have bought its grace.

A prayer was said,
a season was broken:
birds flew into the sky’s eye,
and I was so humbly forged,
into the ink of roars—-

Being a poet,
keeps my soul humbled
of humility so eufunctional to heal
to heal this home of society’s rot

I remain,
that humble soul;
from the belly,
of an old village.

The Village Thinker © 2014

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