A Poet

A poet must be really crazy
Sometimes he chooses to understate,
And at times he overstates
He yells, he laughs, he screams
And suddenly becomes calm and quite
And slowly moves into oblivion
He changes like a sun, moon and a season
He is never like a normal man
And yearns for attention like a children
He is always under the influence of poetry,
Or a drink, or poverty, or nature,
Or deeply smitten by love
He thinks and acts differently,
He finds it very tough to be indifferent
O god! What not, he gets into everything
And can write about any damn thing!
Mind you! He is never an ordinary,
He hates Bureaucrats! Corrupts! Hypocrites! Rich and powerful!
He can never be disciplined,
This creature is never meant to be described!
Mark my words… He loves being like that!