Hello, I’m poetry
And today i will write myself.
I come from the deepest corners
Of a world that is round.
I reside in the warm hearts
That have only seen winters.
I breathe in metaphors
And alliteration is my heart beat.
I wear ornaments of poetic devices
But my natural raw self is beautiful too.
I speak in the language of emotions
And I’m as much universal
As I’m personal.
I am a traveller, going in
And out of various quills
I talk of past, present and future.
I’m a comrade and an enemy
A home and a war zone.
I’ve been through pages and ages
I have talked of love and lust
Tears and joy.
I make them cry, I make them smile
I am the sunrays
that fall on a sleeping flower,
And the curtain that puts
the world to sleep.
I know of the boundaries
birds feel, And the freedom
I live in today, tomorrow and yesterday
I die in every moment,
only to be born in the next one.
I have courage of a soldier
fighting for peace,
And the finesse of lovers.
My best forms are those
In letters of lovers
Or the sweetness in mother’s voice
And I rage when I become a mirror
To the society, speaking a language
Of it’s own, showing it the scars
it has left on the face of this world.
And every time a soulful heart
pens me down, Everytime I flow
through one’s quill
I write myself down.
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