April 19, 2022
What if Poem Speaks
I'm the wise child of your creation,
From a magical world of imagination,
Perceptions, emotions and experiences, a triad of amalgamation,
I'm the POEM, waiting for your validation,
You are in me and I'm in you,
Competence of you is the complexion of my body,
Word by word you made me ready,
Cognitive cuisine of insights to every moody,
Until now hidden from all,
Sprouted from your creative fall,
A tiny seed grown up so tall,
Sure to make many eyes roll,
In the mind walks you covered miles,
Grabbing ideas from wisdom piles,
And dressed me well for poetry files,
Now I can see your peaceful smiles,
Thoughts are the momentum to my continuum,
Pour on to me from the glass of optimism,
Your mindful words never go waste,
They bake a poem of delicious taste,
I'm waiting without any expectations,
Why don't you write free from limitations?
I know you too have the fear,
What would folks say when they hear?
In the kingdom of mind you are free,
to grow an unique poetry tree,
Mind provoking, heart shaking, dancing words,
"Thank You" word genie, for the invention of poetic modes.