If I would write a poem
Be it on a rose,
It would rhyme gently
And would not read as prose

I am not a poet
Neither I pretend,
But I have a way with words
To make one understand

My thoughts and inner feelings
That simmer night and day,
I’ve seldom had an audience
On rendering yawn away

Oh young aspiring poets
Do write your verse in rhyme
If it’s too much of an effort
Abstain, It’s not a crime!