This is my poem

I stand before you not as my noted profession but as a student
You see, there's still a word, a phrase, a sentence yet to be manipulated
A thread yet to be untangled
A cloth yet to be designed
A person yet to touched
A seed yet to be sowed

...................this is my poem..........

I stand before you forceful but humble
Your collective energy makes my job easy
My material undresses my emotions
What i feel, my thoughts unreel
......................................................................
Though my words maybe like a head of hair
A head of hard, natural hair
Through every sound, gesture......s-t-r-e-t-c-h of my tone
I'll define each strand just to fulfil your demand

...................this is my poem................

Tables turned; let me teach you
lend me your hand.......your mind's hand
so that i can lure you melodiously, eloquently

Take me in........every part of me
like the sweet scent of perfume, like ice-cream, like chicken supreme
like your favourite dish, like a blissful dream

Untie those hands..........let stress and frustration sink
................i want you to think...............

Lend me your hand...........your mind's hand
Trust in mine to hold and to guide
And clap to the beat of my music
All of you, not just a few

..............this is my poem.....................

There's no compromise
this is why i comprise !!
i can feel it
it's gigantic, it's energetic ,it's electric, it's prophetic, it's psychic, it's poetic, it's pragmatic
A PANDEMIC
Not to inhibit and infect but to create a whole new mindset


I can feel it........I can feel it
I ask for nothing more in return but your hands
Your mind's hands
......................THIS IS MY POEM...............