My astounding world of poetry
Is where a new realm I see…
Words just linger in my head
Later they have this paper

Its here where my mind is stable
A place where there is no greed or lust
For one to enter… They have to trust
Its something which will never rust

I learn to express my feelings here
Unlike the media I don’t have fear
All I ever do is feel…
Writing poems I sometimes forget my meal.

This art is not like “Cherry on a Cake”…
Your poetry is your best mate
Its purity is of an infant’s smile
Also when read
It pulls out all vile

Poetry is like a mirror
Where you portray yourself in
Even if you are a hurted fin..
Your poetry will remain the mighty Ocean.

Never mind, swim…
As it will take you to a new world
This is the world of poetry
From the mirror… its me the hurted fin I see.