The Soul of a Poet
Searching deep in his mind,
A poet searches to bind,
The soulful world of his thoughts,
Through his works in knots.
From a historical battle,
To grazing cattle,
And the wonders of nature,
All within his curvature.
Some filled with magic,
Others with more logic,
A few that’s planned,
And some from back hand.
In his hands, a child’s play,
The language. In his own way,
His works are great.
And that’s the soul of a poet.
Copyright © Vengadesan Victory | Year Posted 2016
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