Where My Poem Was Born

Sometimes people think they are happy

They are yet to know they are sad

People pretend they are happy

None of them wants to reflect their sad

Many people know what a person do

A person know what many people do

People know me as a person

But people do not know I as a person

People know how to make poem

Many people yet to know

What’s poem

Poem was born from the sadness

The same I think of

Yeah, I let many people make

My poem born

Good poem was born from

Deep feeling of loneliness

And sorrow

Sorrow is what many people made