Poetry

POETRY I’m the language of the learned The will all the minds has created Yes I’m proud yet fine hearted Who then has not seen me been manifested I am the voice of all born true of nature Newly inclined and of all that’s mature Is all about your thought- real or fiction I don’t care about your sense and diction Just be inspired and pass your message With the new time because I’m your passage I’m not an inspiration to the naught But always to them I’m a food for taught Poetry calls – she has prepared a stable Do you see the poetry soup on the table?