What If..
What If..
What if we poets get vanished
Who would fill colours in the sunlight
Who would make every little thing highlight
Who would embrace every season?
Who would be romantic without any reason
Who would beautify melancholy
Who would paint words in a volley
Who would make little kids rhyme
Who would showcase the winds chime
Who would insert souls into apathy?
Who would gift this nature, empathy?
Who would create illusions into reality?
Who would convey social brutality?
Who would be the heartbroken sufferers of extremely painful love stories
Who would, because of these above stories receive the glories
What if we poets have our own world
Who would dare to create war
Who would ever stop to explore
Who would be jealous of another
Who would just try to envy rather
Who would think of imitating bitterness
Who would forget the idea of togetherness
Who would not be meditative
Who would not be imaginative
Who would be an atheist or pessimist
What if we poets make everyone a poet...
This would be a living blessing for all.