Mistimed poems

Somebody says 'what a crap! '
Somebody says 'wastage of times'
Somebody says 'crazy words
from a broken heart looser'
Many men, many minds!
Don't know right or wrong!
Don't have time to think of these!
Put these behind I walk on and on.
Inside me lots of words crying!
However I am also a man like them,
With life, with mind, with emotions.
I have to care this society, these words.
So I keep them far away from this world.
They are my children, my family.
The poem, the loveliest child to a poet.
The literature, the unbreakable family to a writer.
I am also a cheater member of that family.
I am also a helpless father of that cute child.
Still there is hopes.
There is belief.
This time will be changed.
May be not today, not tomorrow.
But one day the dawn will come.
Then my poems will bloom out,
Every one will be delighted,
with my these mistimed poems.