I'm a poet,
I write about people I love
More than I care to admit.
I write things I don't have the courage to say out loud ,
I whisper things I wish I could shout.
But as I write,
A thought crosses my mind,
Being someone's muse is something I'd never find.
Whoever would write about me?
Or render my face?
Or capture my features with grace.
Oh , to be loved by an artist,
It's something I yearn for, if I'm being honest.
Would someone write about me the way I did for them?
Or is that the kind of love I'd never see?
It is truly a honour ,
To be the inspiration of someone's artistic realm.
I guess I can only wait and hope,
That one day,
I'll be the insight of someone's artistic stories told.
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Author:
Akshadha Joshi (Pseudonym) (
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A most wonderful poem from the heart of a poet. Many yearn for fame, others honor, some for recognition, yet others love. A poet is only the tool, so few reach fame, Homer, Shakespeare, Poe, Longfellow to mention a few but it is not our image or words that remain for posterity but the impressions we have left in their minds that they no longer identify with what was written or where it was heard. We are whispers forgotten of foot prints left. This poem echoes with this.
I thank you from the bottom of my heart for all your support ❤️❤️
Most welcome my pleasure
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