What is to be a Poet?

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So, what is to be one?
How it is to be one?

He looks for words,
Finds them, forgets them,
And then laments.

He observes,
Carves a meaning out
But still it remains meaningless!

There’s a lot to say,
But not enough words to take help of,
There’s a dilemma always,
Of what will work and what not?

There’re feelings that lie underneath,
There’re thoughts that want to breathe,
But the poet doesn’t pen, until
He believes his words will do justice.

He feels a weight weighing down from inside,
When he wants to write, despite
A swarm of words and phrases in his mind,
Yet, he’s not able to find that thread to put them tied.

So, “what is to be a poet?” — a question unclear,
To be a layman or to be a seer!