The Written Poems

Ah, which is not poetry Sun and moon, day and night Birth and death, joy and sorrow.. Happiness be if a blissful poem Even sorrow a dolorous poetry.. Yes..lovely poems But sorrow is not sorrow to swear Inside the inside, inside it a dream Rolling is sorrow on uncaged glee A glee of unfettered wishes and desires An aesthete of the secret soul.. Yes..a lovely poem And gaiety too not so to swear Inside the inside, inside it a guilt Pricking the soul is the wakeful conscience Awry-sorry-karma on wrong rungs A fake upping of the secret soul Yes..a lovely poem Ah, just in bliss of ripened years Connoisseur you rejoice them Glee and guilt, aesthetes of secret soul Written poems in every godly creature Found and read in appreciation to acclaim Oh..lovely poems