Poetical Language
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Poetical language
Life breathes
And reaches
To another dream land
That has many friends
Readers and critics
Always entice
With beautiful comments
And present their view points
I have never been targeted
Except being cited
As "an idiot and ignorant about poetical language"
I have still sailed through with my bags and baggage
I am no magician
Or successful musician
Who mesmerizes crowd with impressive show?
But always wish to grow
Life is beyond expectation
You need recitation
Of your heart's theme
Ideas wrapped with realism
So poetry forms path
And that remains till death
You have full faith
In emergence of poetical plinth
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