01 May 2014

A flowing sensation on my mind waves a rising

To poems, awake to hear human heart beating,

Making it out of being, trance, agony and bliss

The shape of heart rejoices, shudders to verses

In perfect harmony between the poem adorned

By me in aspiration and the soul who reads

Perhaps some are poets, not we all but

To the heart paramours take it by surprise

Odes chosen to the meeting of minds fair in love

Known to protesters a language of slogan to rights

Or a lullaby calms a baby to rest and quiet

Merging with many minds, poetry stays alive.