Nice Poetry

No, I am not the poem

I am the blossom

The blossom of the flower

Flowing water of the river

No, I am not cruel

I don't give pain at all sometimes, 

I rise with the waves and behave with the sentiments live in verse

But give no excuses to curse 

But reckon with the force catch 

My nerve and serve with soothing device and 

Suffice the need of human beings

Heal the wounds not to be found again

Give life to the words and spirit to explain

If I can make happy a single man 

It shall be a credit given to the efforts and drive

It shall provide a means to live happily and survive