the greatest poetA Poem by sakshi arorathis is a poem about a person who thinks he is a great poet but in reality he is not even a poetIts true it is
lonely at the top ask me, an
astonishing genius of poetry keats and o
henry are at the tip of my shoes
I am the
evergreen The greatest
creator The poem
world could ever see
But The fall outs of being
too sharp are many I come across so strong that when I rendezvous creativity he hides in
a forlorn dome to save his
kingdom from this
king of kings
I tried to
find my muse In the
garden, jungle, house And even in
a mouse But They all
were in so much of awe They professed
oh, my
majesty you are too great For us We, poor creature
cannot gift any treasure Of your
worth
Yes, like
any other legend even I had failures The only
battle I lost was against words Though, it
was not my fault i was
backstabbed He broke
the treaty and attacked with sharp swords
I trusted
rhyme scheme enough To marry
her But her
secret made me abandon her I found out
she was not a virgin To my dismay,
she slept with my enemy Campbell
for monetary favors
I can
finally vouch I am too
good for these shallow minions of poetry
So, I bid
farewell To my
golden poet throne Knowing the
fact That only I
deserve to own
© 2015 sakshi aroraAuthor's Note
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6 Reviews Added on September 25, 2014 Last Updated on January 30, 2015 Authorsakshi aroranew delhi, new delhi, IndiaAbouti am an optimistic girl who loves her hobbies. i respect knowledge.i will appreciate honest comments.please don't send me read requests of stories and books as they don't interest me much more..Writing
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