Poetic Moments
It's life of toil , poetry...
meticulous and continuous
to dig with bare hands
to extract poetry
from the depths...
lonesome poet in
bas fond still finds
drowning poetry
on the drink..
But when the rhyme
it's blunt, the poet
still finds its way
in the heart, his compass...!
Copyright © Alkas Poetry | Year Posted 2021
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