Comments Inbox
| |
Let poetry live
On this ground
where the drought
of neglect desiccates
the poetic human soul
poetry gasps and
craves for shower
of attention and praise
and for eyes and ears
that find beauty in
every phrase or verse
Let the poet find
a place where Eden
is near, a branch
where his rhyme and verses
will bramble like a vine
and find greater height
and feel the warmth
of the Sun of inspiration
and the passion
to tell the whole world
about the beauty
he has found in words
|
|
|