Poet of the Narrow World

Take a breath,
pause for a moment,
ponder over your poems—
they are void of
stories touching the
lives of struggling
and suffering people.
They are full of
roses, dews, rains,
butterflies, tame rivers,
water falls, fountains,
crystal clear lakes,
beauty of twilight.

They do not touch
the heart of a laborer,
describe the smile of
a prostitute, capture
the dream of a destitute,
paint the hope of a
homeless, reflect the
brightness of the
heart of a beggar,
illustrate the pain
of a troubled orphan.

You are the poet
of a different world—
always shining, always
glittering, always dazzling,
always illuminating—
the narrow world.