i m nt ur poet

no
do not look at me, donot question me
i m nt ur poet

tat gal sitting dere, sipping her wine
she is ur poet, she is ur poet
she oftn smiles, like she understands life
she often nods..
like she is nodding at life

and look at me
sitting here, ogling at her, dying at her smile
i m nt ur poet, i m nt ur poet
i m jus a guy in love wid her
she is ur poet, listen to her
she understands life

may be
one day
she wil teach me a bit about life
till den, i wil die at her smile
and if she at all refuses to make me her disciple
i wil die and further die
until i m saved by another smile
may b nt as beautiful as hers
may b much more beautiful den hers
dsnt matter to me..
a smile is a smile..it speaks of life
it speaks of so many unspeakable things i m med of
it speaks of so mny unspeakable thngs i wil die for

actualy, i m jus an unspeakable atom
or may be an unspeakable molecule
surely, i m nt ur poet
i m a part of the unspeakable society
donot listen to me, listen to her, she is ur poet
and if u donot like me..
donot come and say so to me..i am nt ur poet
if u donot like me..
go to her..
she is ur poet, she is ur poet.
i m nt ur poet, excuse me!