<≪≪ Miraculous Poem

Though sound is not gracious enough To bless me with the sweet music Yet I very closely see the hands Of all the classic musicians beating drums And feel from the very core The tickling rhythms In the corpuscles of my blood But I can't express them As speech is not gracious enough To bless me who is born without words Yet I keenly notice the curl Of the artistic lips of a great leader When they arouse the dead souls of masses Or a great poet recites his great poems With perfect modulation of his voice And get a spark on my nerve Set by the rising vigor and the surging verve To compose wordless poetry. To witness the wonder people from far off lands Come and wait passionately while I plunge deep into my thoughts Tick tock, tick tock time trickles by But I could not conjure anything substantial They are fed up with my contortions and jugglery And stand up to bid me goodbye While With all of my iron determinations I sense an impending defeat Then I suddenly go with my instinct And react with my trade mark shout ‘'aweeee! '' Then and then they are all found Going there gaping And I become a poet As they later call it a poem With all the qualities of being miraculous!