Poetry

POETRY I dream poetry since I got entry to Poetry Soup.com, eight years back from Two Thousand Fifteen, continuing been keen to enjoy the contests trying my best. My creation cum recreation. But to mention:Honest confession ! I am an intruder. Great wonder ! So sorry ! My limited vocabulary in English showing foolish approach to encroach, trying to pen, may be in vain verses : Valiant ! Vigorous vibrant. Yet I dream poems, venturing any theme. amidst competent team to nourish and nurture in real rapture just to culture: Language not rich, poor grammar to stitch. Syllables I select ,probability not perfect. Yet my enthusiasm knows no spasm. Coming up poems ! I can neither claim, those as gems, nor exceptions but real relaxation . My full satisfaction. In last phase, feeling craze, Dull days to entertain , oozing frolic fountain. I dream Poetry , trying to produce tree yielding verses of emotive blossoms spreading fragrance from my bosom.