A Poet Makes Up Things, After Fernando Pessoa Poem by Ravi Kopra

A poet makes up things
that they are not there
his mind mirrors thoughts
turning fancy into things

into feelings that feel
so real, you start feeling
love pains, love stings
anger, joy, cravings...

he sees the unseen scenes
hears the unheard melodies
and you see what he sees
hear what he hears

his pain, his pleasures
touch your heart, you wake up
from deep sleep, look at the
world afresh as another being

his nostalgia for things
takes you far back in the past
and you start missing your mom
at every thanksgiving

and your sweet heart whom
you married and after two years
kills herself and the baby
in the postpartum depressing.