Ode To Poetry.

This floating clouds on the wind above And flowing river from the stream of the mount When passing thoughts settles in mind It makes us restless to write. You don't put efforts to flush out mind The words flow seamlessly and settle down And then you ponder how it happened? You have no control nor its yours It goes into the hands of readers. Many topics feature at work, Real, fiction, art, nature and human traditions Meaningful, nonsense and philosophical. People come and go like day and night But what remains is you the Poetry, Shining bright like daylight and Silent and quite like dark nights.