I am a poet, don't you know it?
You will come to know about it.
Because my name is Mr. King,
And I’m free as a bird with wing.
I sing about dream and rhyme it with seam,
Because it seems my dream always means.
And dreams make me sleepless, as if I am lidless.
Roam from town to town, get to know people down,
Because I saw you in dream waiting for me there down.
I have a good soul and a heart of gold,
I always talk of love and don't try to be cold.
Hope to rekindle my love life,
Find someone worth to share my life.
My life will begun,
When I will find someone
Now you know it, that I am a poet.
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