The lack of happy poetry is a sad reality.

I’ve been feeling fine.

No.

Fine is an understatement,

I’m happy.

But poetry is not happy,

How can you write poetry if you are happy.

But still I am writing.

I am writing and I feel free,

I am writing and I feel glee.

And so should you,

Life is better when you are not feeling blue.

This may not be deep,

Poetry.

It may not be sad,

Poetry.

But it is still mine,

And for that I am glad.

Please, for my sake not yours,

Let the poetry stay bad.

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