Once Upon A Time....There Lived a Poet...

Far away.....in some distant land.....
There lived a poet..
A poet...Who had Billion Dreams...
Of Happiness....and full of Love.....
Yet....
The Dreams were in his Dreamland....
They never came true......
And...nobody cared......

He was all alone.....
Nobody to care..
nobody to love....
Nobody to stand by him.....
His diary was blank.....
There was no poem to publish....
No poem to make him famous...
No poem to let people know him...
Yet he was a poet.

All day the poet wondered.....
How he lost his heart....
How he lost his poems....
How he lost his songs...
The Songs of Life...
The Poems of Love....
How he lost himself.....
Yet he was a poet.....

Days past by....
And He met his Death....
The House was empty....
And his lifeless body lay in the ground....
Nobody to take him...Bury him.....
The Body laid there....
His empty diary was beside him....
Its open pages were filled with blood...
And some broken glasses....

His life ended.
He was no one important.
His history was meaningless.
His story ended its life.
Just like him.
Yet he was a dreamer.
Yet he was a Poet...