I'm not a poet,
yet I come to the realm of poetry;
simply I love it. Poetry,
a helpful pathway in social constraints!
a developmental form of beauty;
I adore and live with.
In the field of poetry,
where words are sown,
amidst of the spring of word cultivation.
A carriage imparts the art of poetry;
within the depths of the soul.
On the social and national transformation,
poetry brings about the revolutionary fervor.
In the poet's contemplation,
the thoughts find expression in verses.
The poet and the reader,
in the love for poetry,
forge a singular unity;
Creating a storm of resistance,
that lifts the enduring barriers
of mingling the eternal beauty!
Being a poet is not a simple task,
but a challenging endeavor!
Knowledge of rules and adherence;
to them is the poet's aspiration.
If a poet is a lover of nature
and of the humanity we seek,
eternally capture images of joy,
depiction of sorrow, and of beauty.
There; almost a thousand to pick!
If a poet is a worker,
love for work remains,
is stirring courage and hope.
In the pathway of a weary heart;
the rhythm of poetry gains
shrinking the odour of sadness,
Walking on imagination chains!
In the poet's contemplation,
a rhythm is originally bestowed-
upon the recitation of verses.
Poetry brings revolution in poet's thoughts,
immortal face of poem is engraved.
I'm not a poet, but I love poetry.
So, I come to the realm of poetry.
May the adornment of poetry
be the light of human welfare,
dispelling the societal darkness.
I'm not a poet, but I love you!
With💙
©chrysanthemum
