The Poetry

Sky is the limit for a poet Sometimes to be compared to mountains Both have its own beauty to compare More you try to write, more you succeeds Poetry that takes the human woes The human issues, the hardships, The pains, the sorrow, and happiness The real love which comes from the divine We can enjoy the poems in those spirits The great minds have their own creations The wise ones thinks about the ideas Where it written for their own happiness Like a flower's fragrance, all enjoys Kings, passed for ever in history Crowns are kept in museums to see Here the old texts are reprinted Still keeps with devotions by the readers Sky is the limit of the poetry Ideas are spread in world like wind Ideas are taken as words from vocabulary The poets thinks about the world itself The human tragedies, the arrogance that see It is poetry a unifying factor in this world Beyond all divisive ideas like a breeze Both mind and body relaxes in enjoyment While it reads with so much melancholy The spirit is there, the human mind thrills Where poetry stands, ever high in world Centuries, thousands of years not it vanishes The poet's name who are powerful enough Like Dante's Divine comedy, or Keat's odd to nightingale Here it spreads powerful words and imaginations Poetry acts as a catalyst for changes In fact poetry is eternal for ever Its wings are powerful enough to speed up Changes that require in this beautiful world Where discordant notes makes somewhere sad Telling the world to love each other Stop the blame acts and go forward With an intention for positive changes Where man enjoys the small period of life That divinely bestowed upon to pass here.