Dr. Antony Theodore Makes Me Thoughtful Poem by Akhtar Jawad

A poet has different senses, all the five senses, but his sixth sense
is a mightyinstinct for him, and this instinct of love is so much dense
that all the obstacles I shall cross and reach there I hope,
Many times I shall fall and rise, so silky is the slope!
My God! I did not believe in a competition of cut throat,
and my hopes on an island of belief has mendedthe wood in a boat,
I shall soon sail in the ocean of infinity and hope to be repatriated,
I shall prove, by the Angels I was under estimated
now its earthand me, I have been repelled,
to the gardens from where I was expelled,
I haven't come here as a lion, to you I am here as a goat,
I shall not go back; at the port I have burnt my boat.