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You Are A Poet Too



Do you turn around?

When you hear the sound of a bird chirping.

Or when you enjoy a bowl of noodles and are slurping.

If it feeds your soul,

You don't have to worry about the Christmas coal.

If you counted your blessings and grew,

Then, honey, you are a poet too.


Do you sing along?

Even too the songs from Hong Kong.

Or dance to African beats,

As you are filling Excel sheets.

If it feeds your soul,

You rock that make-up look with Maybelline Kohl.

If your face shines with a brighter hue,

Then, honey, you are a poet too.


Do you tackle the Monday blues?

Wishing you were sailing the world on a cruise.

Or you pop the hood,

Jam to tunes from jazz, metal, pop and Bollywood.

If it feeds your soul,

You can even try to dance like Nicole.

If this energizes you and when you are blue,

Then, honey, you are a poet too.


You don't have to worry if you can't rhyme.

Make a dish and garnish with thyme.

If something gets you down, go ahead and sob.

Then put on a smile, and be your own heartthrob.

If you can enjoy life like Winnie-the-Pooh,

Then, hunny, you are a poet too.






~ Kanika Kaushal ✨ The Luminous Muse



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