Live In Real Wonderland

Poets always live in wonderland 

Where happiness finds no end

It is available in abundance

Only one has to take the chance

 

You are an apostle of peace

Who wants everybody to be at an ease!

Full of enthusiasm and release of humanity 

With words of thanks to an almighty 

 

Life was never a cruel

But we couldn't feel it well 

We had so much to tell 

In the form of pain but not to swell

 

Poets are dear and fill the chest

His or her work is counted as best

Not a word of hatred shall ever appear

So as to cause furore or fear 

 

Poetry flows in the vein

And contains the pain

It maintains quasi distance

From the pain or happiness at once

 

Life has been granted 

Not as we wanted

But to face up and down 

And still remain as good human