The Poetry Flows In Vane

Mind is at rest

And performs at best

I take no tests

But confirm to actual taste

 

What makes me to write?

And ignite

Passion for real poetry

I leave it to an almighty

 

I look at composition of others

Find some gap or loopholes there

I concentrate on left out emotions

Generate new feeling and add caution

 

What a joy comes in!

It becomes perfect peace to seen

With new soul in it

I touch the spirit

 

The poetry is in blood

The words are food

It transforms my day into bright spot

Where I have enough to explore or store a lot.