MY FIRST POEM

I am one

Who believes in prose

For I feel that a poem

Is too limiting in its nature

Despite its brilliance

But I have some friends

Who wont let me be

One is short but his mouth is tall

He is one who will even argue

With death when it comes for him

The other is tall but his brains are short

He begun writing poems yesterday

But today if you meet him

He laughs at me saying

“How many poems have you written”

In a mocking, nagging tone

I tried one day

To communicate with them, to reason with them

That they may understand

My love for prose

And feelings towards poetry

But they barked back at me

As if I had stated something abominable

This has forced me

Not out of my will

But sheer fury

To write my first poem