Poetic Triumph
Poetic triumph
When emotions rise high
and soul is at cry,
Thoughts buzz like bees
and drown deep into seas,
I need no trumpet,
Just abandon the rat race
to accept solidarity,
find peace and keep pace,
Words afloat, and dance and stance,
and thence is born the Ars Poetica !
Nevertheless these writings do change any life,
Mere expressions of truth, do they end strife ?
I say my heart as you applaud and forget,
Words imprisoned, do we wake up in regret?
Written June 5th, 2015
For contest Ars Poetica by Thomas Martin
Placed 5th
Copyright © Dr. Upma A. Sharma | Year Posted 2015
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