Chisomo Chris Nasiyaya

(2/4/1994 / Blantyre, Malawi)

A poet


I sincerely pity a poet
having nothing to be gained
yet choosing not to stay quiet
even where life is at stake
a poet's stand is maintained

But still a poet is sane
though thinking with the heart
when others use the brain
and never seeming to regret
being enslaved by the heart

A poet never hosts loneliness
for beside a poet is a pen
and a paper full of pureness
how those were acquired
only the heavens can explain

A poet truly loathes lies
tells the truth the way it is
and thus credibility never dies
even when a poet dies
the audience will still increase

And a poet respects others
yet does not expect to get respected
but keeps learning from others
like a blade cannot cut itself
a poet, by someone else is corrected


*****scribere est sentire*****

Submitted: Monday, August 19, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 17, 2013
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