Garland of Soul
No fancy words to please old or youth
Simple lyric silently speaking the truth
Form of art not learned through training
Flows all seasons be it drought or raining
Selfish motives can’t drive pen to write
Harder gets if done with tries and tried
Poetry is a painting seen with closed eyes
Narrated in words with truth as device
A child for a writer each of the creations
Caressed each hour with unsaid emotions
Imagery of life in things seen immortal
Effort to turn pessimist side to chortle
Musing mingle of black-white syllables
Enclosing deep meanings in form of fable
Garland of soul created for one and all
Motive to save Humanity from fall…
Copyright © Sneha Agarwal | Year Posted 2010
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