Sometimes I feel like my ideas don't matter
I feel like no one cares about my thoughts
Why?
Because I’m young
Because I know less
Because I’m not wise
Because of what I don't possess
Knowledge, wisdom, IQ
I don't have that, but you do
So
Knowledge and IQ don't matter, it's my ideas
Just listen, what's going to happen
I’ll fail
So
Why do people think that ideas should not be heard because of the age of the provider
Really were the same, age is no divider
It’s not about what I know
It’s about how I can use the information I get
It’s not about what I can do
It’s about what I can learn, and the goals I can set
I’m telling you, you should let all ideas fly like birds
Because trust me, ALL Ideas should be heard
-Nirmay
This poem rhymes
It has clear signs
See I was right
It's cool at your sight
You are a fool
If you think this poem’s not cool
This poem is nice
It’s pretty precise
Let's see if the poem lied
This is is it from the poem’s side
Nirmay says nice things about me
It’s on this page, as you can see
It took lots of time
To make this poem rhyme
This poem doesn’t grow
You can read it in the snow
This poem leaves a mark
You can read it in the dark
This poem is amazing
You see it you will be dazing
But finish the poem, don't daze
It’s very good, in all the ways
But is it good
Let’s check, we should!
So let's check
Take an inside peck
What makes a good poem
We can know em!
Does it need things that fly
Or is that just a lie
Does it need animals
Or are they all cannibals
Should it be made randomly
Or should it be made handsomely
I’m not sure
This poem is just a blur
I guess this is the end
This is what I did intend
I hope that this will show em
What makes a good poem
-Nirmay
I step on my room with my feet
My room has a really cool seat
To clean up my messy room
I'll use a vacuum or broom
And that will be very neat
My room is very cool
It even has a stool
My place to play
I do it all-day
I wish my room had a pool
My room is where I study
But sometimes it gets muddy
My brother came
It's messy again
But at the end were buddies
My room is not for you
And you will be sued
If you try to sneak in
Steal things from my bin
But that might be too rude
My room is just for me
Ow! I hurt my knee!
How cozy it feels
Not where I eat my meals
I just wish you could see
-Nirmay Singh