From where
The poem comes first, with a ray of sun,
reflecting from river water,
that dances in frolic and fun.
Poet's thought, beyond his imagination,
with cosmic energy, always passes,
from the moon of marmoreal smoothness,
across planets having verdure grasses.
And, then the poem speaks in the dark night
readying for its fresh sprouting,
from the poet’s fertile mind,
silently, without crying and shouting.
A river of words flows
from his as yet dried pen,
whose waves become its lifeline,
and, surrounding like heaven.
Then, the poet indites a poem.
On a child’s blank mind,
Wiping his pearly tears,
to make him a human, so kind
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