Every letter that I touch, my essence is such,
Words become of gold, my every stroke, Midas touch.
Neither do I follow the rules, nor conventions and principles,
My rebellion is such, following the syntax is just too much.
I am the essence and expressions of an artist,
The yearning of a linguist that I am not.
I am an aesthetically architectured structure of words,
Just a piece of literature that I am not.
I am a Poem.