You aren’t a poet if you aren’t kind,
If you don’t mind,
When humanity cries loudly,
After innocence is suffocated badly.
You aren’t a poet if you aren’t emotional,
If your heart doesn’t cry for the poor people,
And if you aren’t impartial,
Then you aren’t a poet at all.
You aren’t a poet if you don’t respect others,
And don’t write for the betterments,
Of all regardless of the specific classes,
You aren’t a poet if you can’t read faces.
You aren’t a poet if you’re selfish,
And greediness drives,
You in every occasion,
Making you a machine.
You aren’t a poet if you can’t love,
And go above,
Leaving the ordinary at the rear,
To spread light the world over.