Call me a writer,
One arranging words,
Working verbs,
Visualizing scenes.
Call me this,
Not a poet,
Please.
Not in offence
Of those talented artists
How I write is different
Simply in a shifted sense,
Composing the same phrase
With another approach
Although, I ponder,
Wouldn’t a writer
Aim to be one who’s unafraid?
To heed right and left
And wander both paths
To bring endurance
With some other technique
To express?
Soar for a style not to ignore
Not better but renders a fresh aura
A new wing to ride
While you let your words
Create and await how it reflects
The fate of this altered state
To realize, you gotta open your eyes,
Readjust old laws, old ways,
Finalize, pulverize tight ties
To restricted structure and stubbornness
Explore! Take a tour through the ignored, desolate door of yours
Don’t tense, but rapture through the silence
Radiate! Be an amazing, shining, springing darer
Be one who tries to survive the tricky, clever cadence battle
Then hence: a poet