I'm seeing a lot of poems,
about poets, their love and immortality.
I've also seen a lot poems,
about poets, their anger and immortality.
I'm yet to see a poem by a poet,
devoid of love, anger, heartbreak or jealousy.
Because, hey, we are after all people,
people, who feel love, anger, heartbreak and jealousy.
So bear with us for a while,
before you decide if your presence in my poem makes you laugh, cry, fume or smile...