While you chiseled a hole through my heart,
I was busy signing every breath in your name.
While you tenderly soaked me with kisses ,
I erotically drank of your poisoned love,
So you cursed me to be a poet .
Wait ,
but i nurtured your curse into a boon , my Goddess !
And I ornamented you with my finest poetry ,
My hypnotized heart made and remade the necklace of words,
You accepted and cursed me again in age after age .
You cursed me to be a poet .
Yes ! Yes , my dear in life after life ,
You bound my fingers by poetic strings,
I bled but I wrote , I wrote all the time ,
While you've been the puppeteer .
You cursed me to be a poet.
All this time ,
You burnt my love with acidic treachery ,
Robbing my feelings , like a well left dry ,
Words and words are all I have left ,
Because beloved you cursed me to be a poet !
But you know what ?
I'M PROUD TO BE A POET !
Your curse darling has landed me on HELLO POETRY !
So .... Thank you !
So my fellow writers ... Be proud to be Poets! : )