Don’t want to be a Poet – Avdhesh kumar

Don’t Want to Be a Poet
I don’t want to be a poet now,
I want to be a reader first .
My words have grown narrow and thin,
Every feeling—scattered somehow,
Blown away by the world’s careless wind.
No one asks what aches inside,
No gentle hands for broken dreams,
Just lonely echoes ,
I cannot hide,
And silent rivers and unheard streams.
If someone cared to listen,
Maybe these lines wouldn’t break,
But every verse feels prison and surveillance,
Another mask I’m forced to make.
Still, my heart spills on these pages,
Though I try to hold it in—
Longing for comfort, for wisdom of ages,
For someone to care where I’ve been.
I don’t want to be a poet tonight,
I want a listener—quiet and true,
But until my hope finds the light,
All I have left are words about you..
My true feelings comes out ..
I don’t want to be prisoner of past .
I have bound myself to be a lonely soul ,
Read as much I can .
I don’t want be a poet
I want to be a reader first .
Presented by – Avdhesh kumar
Upgraded higher secondary school Rasuar , Marauna , Supaul