For Those Who Call Themselves Poets
Is it easy to compose a poem,
by Mohd Arshad
Pick up a pencil and make a doodle,
And compare it with the doll in a museum,
Write names of organs in colours,
Call them, the sea, the moon, the sun,
And smile with a pride of being achievers?
It is those who imagine they are poets,
And forget it is not an egg to be boiled.
It is seeing in the heaven, not parrots.