A poet's mind is as vast as the universe and as wide as the planet he inhabits. A poet's mind is a haven full of intricacies, ironies, paradoxes and twists. Poets, others conclude, live in a haven of illusions and fantasies, a dream world that he alone seems to dwell into and understand.Yes, we poets may be "dreamers". We continually dream and visualize some imagined portals of a make-believe world. Our heads may be up in the clouds, we may be fond of wishing upon a star, or we simply dream what could be there at the other side of the rainbow. Yet although we seem to see the world in a chimerical point of view, it cannot be denied that poetry comes from the deep mind. It is a discipline of the mind in the sense that it is a process or practice of both the aesthetic and intellectually mighty thinking.Armed with a pen, like a soldier set out to go on a battle, a poet becomes a warrior who is brave to hug his own wounds and strong to embrace his own pain by his ability and perception to understand the outside world's burdens and incumbrances.