Like River

Poetry comes out from pure heart It is called an human art Not all can reveal their feelings It comes of almost willing Cunning man won't know about pain He shall only be concerned with gain He may not think of fair means He shall only try to lead and win Poet gains through nature As he is fully aware Nature is complete care The thought and happiness emerges for sure It is like river No restriction over holy water Anybody can drink and translate joy He may have magic in words to make others enjoy Only peaceful mind can think Swim along agony and pain and sink too Poet has vast ground to survey He may express freely much to other's dismay