My poems are easy to understand
Speaks of mundane not fairy land
I employ words, no comprehensible
I believe simple words are sensible
Neither am I professional nor expert
But a passionate one, learning the art
Compare me not with those great souls
Though one day I shall achieve my goals
A simple thought ignites my verses
Penning them down dispel the curses
The curses of the unfair and unjust
Won't let my pen take rest and rust
Ihold no special pen but an ordinary
But its ink, smooth and extraordinary
Hardly does the flow of ink, stop
Continuously pens until the last drop
I never did beat around the bush
But straight facts I try and push
That's my poems' sole intention
Which others do hardly mention
Unread not my creations for its simplicity
As an ordinary poet, I believe in audacity.