Poetry is red blood pumped by heart into arteries,
it is pure and holy, it passes to the body and soul
it caresses body, nourishes it, soothes the burning
soul, blood heals the deep wounds in heart and soul,
heart pumps and the blood flows out spontaneously
that it is painted on the paper or on the screen, within
no time it spreads everywhere, it is honey too, so sweet
to be tasted and it smells fragrant and the smell spreads
everywhere ,even at distance, the words are so divine,
it flows with holiness, dirt all washed off, to new one.
the bond it makes is so strong, quite unbreakable, the
sweetness of poetry is relished and it mesmerizes brain,
the words are very strong, poetry echoes in every heart.
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