**An artful liar, his words beautifully cheat all,
speaks nonsense any one can believe
with consummate flair, sees the essence without effort,
it fits well in metaphors and imageries galore,
he has wings to fly anywhere with ease, see things up close.
The wind of imagination he blows makes waves,
he is taken to ecstatic heights riding on its crest,
yet he doesn't accept, when they call him a poet,
"Just at those moments I am inspired" he says"call me a poet,
not all the time I am one, being a poet is not a profession
but an attribute others bestow on one, out of appreciation"**
Jul 6, 2013
Jul 6, 2013 at 4:17 PM UTC
**An artful liar, his words beautifully cheat all,
speaks nonsense any one can believe
with consummate flair, sees the essence without effort,
it fits well in metaphors and imageries galore,
he has wings to fly anywhere with ease, see things up close.
The wind of imagination he blows makes waves,
he is taken to ecstatic heights riding on its crest,
yet he doesn't accept, when they call him a poet,
"Just at those moments I am inspired" he says"call me a poet,
not all the time I am one, being a poet is not a profession
but an attribute others bestow on one, out of appreciation"**
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