THE POET IN ME There's a lot I want to write, But, as I pick up my pen I lose my insight. As I try to let my words out, They seem to muddle around Leaving me puzzled and handbound. As my emotions stir my heart I try to scrawl them down. But fail to express myself in words. My fingers tremble When I try to jot Those emotions that gush out of my heart. I agree I am not an elegist The owner of a great poetic legacy. I do fall in short of vocabulary That can show my supremacy. Yet, I scribble down what I feel. Irrespective of how you judge me, My verses are a way to express My feelings that remain hidden in my silence. #ypurquotebaba #yourquotepoetry #yourquotebaba