By name 'Poem', I say onto thee
What is love if you can't think atleast one of me?
To write me, a must it is to fall in love or be betrayed by one
What is hate if not for me who express it for thee?
To write me, live a life full of hate atleast for a day
What is sorrow without 'I' which shows the pen?
To write me, atleast, lose something important to thee
Emotions, reality and all a man could think of
Locked up by me, waiting for thee to unveil