A Poem On Poetry

You are the light that brightens my dingy ways

You are like my beloved who often lingers and says

You twisted my life and gave it a shape like potter

I was nothing more than a lump of clay and water

To call you by any other name will be your death

It is you who can carry my bliss as well as my wrath

You are like a lady, full of words and Figures of Speech

Not all are able to get you, not all learn what you teach

You are beautiful yet difficult and not everyone’s cup of tea

You deserve an exclusive attention which is as rare as thee