>≫≫ Poet's Agony

the people who do not like and love give a thumps up and leave few words praising or criticizing on my poem, i bless them all with a boon one day ideas will kick their hearts thoughts will box their mind and pass sleepless nights with pain severe like a bud like a woman, pregnant, suffers until they deliver twin babies or bloom into a flower before the dawn breaks into morning and the sun rises the moon will come and in love and adoration she will keep her hand over their heads while dew will fall upon them in delight to kiss their faces rivers will rise to wash their feet and winds will vie the streams who will spread their fragrance fast to a land, rich, distant and far off i will be not there for sure but my fellow poets will i request them in advance to convey my best wishes and that is for you all. no matter who is who who is what who write the poems who becomes a great poet or an author but the words will linger in the air for all to breathe them in, in a long sigh to feel cool when you will feel the heat of life they will etch talk will pour rain listen to their tune and catch them with a bucket and figure out what they mean when they speak