Every poet has something to say. Be it to himself or to the world, Be it during the night or day, Be it via a poem or spoken word. The world is just too busy, Or its people are often too lazy. Either to acknowledge or listen or pretend to humbly care. This leaves some of them broken. The sheer rejection some can't bare, So they keep quiet until they die Robbing themselves of a great chance To hear from the deep and smile. A chance to sleep with a grimace Courtesy of a very beautiful poetry Written to the world by a humble poet Somewhere in a faraway country, Delivering introspection, hoping for the best.