I Live In The Poetry

Poetry does not live in me But I live in poetry I wander freely In the vast grove of humanity The free flowing thoughts are The streams of clear water Like the clear thoughts New words are the buds Which are ready The flowers of new ideas To spread The fragrance of awareness The society of leaves Feeds these thoughts The powerful poetic norms Are the roots That holds the tree of a poem The dry leaves are the Old dated traditions Which are to be removed To give way to the new And fresh ideas The birds are the Highly imaginative thoughts Soaring high In the blue sky of Unlimited access of mind The beasts are the obstacles Which are to be dealt To let the good things exult The green grass Is the bed where feelings Take rest And get ready to run In wonder and fun I water this grove With the rain of emotions And freshens it With the air imaginations I feel happy and satisfied And a humble pride When loving persons Visit this grove And praise its beauty But I am grateful for those Who make me aware of My sacred duty Of saving my grove From the destruction Of hesitation And pollution of Unwanted compromises That deters the determination May God grant me Moral energy And strength to stand And oppose the destructive Elements To keep my poetry Live forever