My inner me is forced to write a delightful poem
And this piece might be the best of all
To sorts words and numbers after counting stars of poetry
I could not undermine the power of poetry if I had a chance to infront of world
At times I fail to understand their meanings
As the writer always uses the different style of writing
Their meaning is very deep and sometimes absurd
At times they have no rhyme nor reason
No flowing at all , n we cannot construct a sentence
My language of poetry at times might seem strange
You might not understand reason behind it
But deep down I want you to know the reason behind every word written in black
Maybe I might feel silence
Yet I mean something
Thinking how I started with K
Hopping to find similar word with H
Unfortunately I couldn’t find A
Then my heart decided to pin out N
But my heart kept resisting Y
In order for me to use I
I pause for a minute and thought of S
And my silence again popped up A
So , now my name be it.