MY BOOK OF POETRY

My book of poetry I knew life, I saw life but couldn’t live to its full. It’s hard to accept facts that I didn’t consent This was the place I felt free to report, Poetry, was my book of support. I wake up every morning with the sun shone high, I walk through thousand lives with nobody to seek or sigh This was the place where I would drench my unseen tears Poetry, was my book of no fears. I wanted to soar, passing all challenging floors I failed and tried all ways When life was hard and falling apart Poetry, was my book of friends I talked to. I chose to write I wanted to speak Digging out the inside of me In paper and pen I had nothing to feign Poetry, was my book of real identity.