It Is Poetry

Poetry is the mother of all languages The father of silence The son of the wind The daughter of time Poetry is the only language That time can understand And light can disseminate Poetry is the ray of hope Poetry is the midnight sky Illuminated by silence Naked in the darkness Soaking with secrets Poetry is the falling tear Full of sorrow Enveloped in hope The story of life Poetry is the arrow of Love Piercing the lonely The dejected The desperate The broken Poetry is the cosmic wind Full of kindness Compassion Love