Poets Lane Poem by Chandra sekharan

I live in poets lane
Not in millioners lane
I am not a poet
But taught poetry
A poet laureate friend of mine
E mailed
“ Poems are scribblings of lunatics”
We have a beautiful poets park
Adjacent to our lane
We all meet there every evening discuss poetry
We love nature, forest, mountains,
Rivers, flowers, tall trees, creepers
A poet declared
“I write poems for myself and not for others
We unearth hidden miseries of charming world
And poems are written”


Chandrasekharan P.M