The Illiterate Poet
The illiterate poet
Painted his passionate ballad
With the colors of the rainbow
Both happy and sad
Without using a pen
He wrote
Without making words
He spoke
People braced themselves
For a miracle to happen
Waiting as the mute delves
For words to say
As the clock ticked by
And no words came out
As the people waved goodbye
He stood to shout
Inaudible words
Because he was
Nothing but
A mute
poem by Poetic Kadri
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