A Poet's Confession

Frail under the spotlight
I mean to say many things
Things which must sting
Things which might make you laugh
Descriptions of extensive Indian seasons
In 3-5-3 or umm is it 5-7-5 Japanese haikus.
Tales of my old man's imaginary bravados
In glorified ballad style
A rhyming epitaph
For the "scheduled for extinction" Royal Bengal tiger
Sexual abuse of underage children
In penetrating quatrains
Maybe,
Mix these quatrains in commonplace apathy
Top it with soul stirring couplet
About how with divine intervention the doers will be done to
And deliver in a heart breaking voice
A Shakespearean sonnet
At times
It's all about finding beauty in horrendous acts
And also mustering courage to give it form

I always thought
It was not courage but liberty that kept me from saying this
No sooner than the moment of realization reckoned, I knew
A poet needed no liberty, only courage
But Being a poet,
Was only a fantasy

So then,
I meant to say a lot of things
But now,
I only intend to drop a few slick limericks
About politics and unattended children tripping over wires