As a poet

As a poet
as far as I am,
I can surely tell
It is painful to rhyme.

Much more it is,
to bear these words
with greatest of senses.

But I believe I can
While attempting my best
So here it is one,
Let's put it to a test.

Today, for a few
Let me tell you
the wisdom of those dusty pages
of the ages
which carry the epistomology 
of these verses.

They answer that-
'How words lifeless like these
to read 
and to hear 
cause us to please and to care?'

First and foremost, 
The sound of rhythm
does the work enough
And 
then the play of words 
makes up the whole.

Next,
About the beauty tied to 
the letters
makes it uneasy to ignore.

The description of senses
May take deep into denses
So do lookout for the tree of depth
that can even tempt you
to think about the miracle of life
And the truth of death.

Furthermore,
Let's not ignore
the devices
of these verses,
and dig out together all the 
treasure of literacies.

Oh..
What a foolish I am?
To end the page 
By ignoring the significances
of non rhymes.

Finally,
I would like to tell
The most hidden of all-
'It's all just beauty 
And a beautiful poetry.'
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