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! : )