A poet is like a parrot
immitating what he sees
he sees not only with ears
but with eyes and skin
immitating what he sees
he sees not only with ears
but with eyes and skin
he imitates a lot
he translates what he feels
to others so they can hear
to those who are keen
he translates what he feels
to others so they can hear
to those who are keen
a parrot says what it hears
a poet writes what he hears
here and there
some unfair
some unpredictable
a poet writes what he hears
here and there
some unfair
some unpredictable
a silent poet
is like a caged parrot
his wings try to flap
and his beak tries to shout
but the cage restricts
and confines his being inside
is like a caged parrot
his wings try to flap
and his beak tries to shout
but the cage restricts
and confines his being inside
however,
the voice of his beak is not
neither are the bangs of his wings
they defeat the confinement
and ring out in the open
where ignoring ears pass by
and some stop by
just to smile at the scene
ignoring the pain in the cage
the voice of his beak is not
neither are the bangs of his wings
they defeat the confinement
and ring out in the open
where ignoring ears pass by
and some stop by
just to smile at the scene
ignoring the pain in the cage
a loud poet is like a parrot
free and unbothered in the trees
his voice rings out loud
to the inhabitants in thier silence
the parrot proves unique
for his mastering of words
is a way above average
and the other birds
look up to him with awe
and a tinge of envy
free and unbothered in the trees
his voice rings out loud
to the inhabitants in thier silence
the parrot proves unique
for his mastering of words
is a way above average
and the other birds
look up to him with awe
and a tinge of envy
a poet is like a parrot
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