THE POETESS

The world praises me with words
Tributes, flowers and open arms
The world lifts me
To the very height of its charms
“We have a powerful poet
Sitting amongst us”- they always say
And people get to know my name
Day by day
“What did you feel when you created this poem”
People ask me whenever we meet
And without waiting for my answer
They again praise my feat.

Yet I don’t get heady
With pride and with pleasure
For when I sit down
On my couch in leisure
I know that these poems
Can never be mine
It is the light in me
That on my feelings shine
Everyday somebody is wanting
To say what I pen down
Their lack of words gives them anonymity
While I get Fame’s Golden Crown.
It is the world that urges me on
To write what it wants to
And when I form the words
They consider me a genius too

S when in parties I get praise
It fills me with surprise
For these people don’t understand
That I am their messenger in disguise.