Poet has freed himself from all men
Poet has made himself a servant to all.
It is not that poet has written poems
And has sown emotional spiritual things
For you and started reaping your
Material things.
It is that poet has written as it is
Spontaneous and it gives pleasures
Writing is poet's respiration and
You are all at the center of his thought.
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The poet, is the story teller of all, not necessarily the servant though, because he doesn't write to serve anyone. He write as he see, he writes as he hears, he writes as he thinks it should be. Self satisfaction, searching for happiness, describing his love, praying to the angels above. Reasons are for the pen. A quest to find how it ends. The life of a poet is as wild, as the minstrel. No one way, no certain direction. His mind defines the limits. Good Poem