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.