POETRY AND THE POET
Poetry is the moon with stars that shine
It’s the second sun that gleams in the sky
It’s the love that dazzles in the heart’s shrine
Like a diamond that captivates with its beauty.
It’s the bird that awakens with spring’s cheer
Starting from history where Eve and Adam begin.
It’s the lullaby of sleep from time to time
A river of letters where longing pours in.
Poetry is also pain, sadness, and tears
It’s a pure feeling that flows like a stream.
It’s a wonder when rhyme descends like a star to earth.
It’s the sword of the mountain where you climb joyously.
Poetry is like honey untasted in a cup
It comes from the garden with the most beautiful flowers
Listen closely to the tender-hearted poet
See how he dances in verses, hearts like butterflies.
Poetry flows like a spring in every song
It’s immortal as it circulates through the years
Human feelings of the spirit take their place there
It’s the dove that flies over seas and oceans…
