Like a harmonium with reeds of different notes,
Like a surging river of diverse words and quotes,
Like a cluster of clouds murmuring and floating by,
Like an arch of rainbow of seven hues in the sky,
Like a drenched newly blossoming sunflower,
Like the season queen Monsoon's first shower,
Like the crimson sunset at the serene twilight,
Like a free, boundless, wandering little kite,
Like the shiny silvery radiance of a full moon,
Like a butterfly metamorphosed from a cocoon,
Poetry is unbound, gushing, profound and fresh,
An entertaining game of words for a mind to refresh.
A revealed bunch of phrases formerly unspoken,
A language of the forlorn chap heart broken!
A halo of the cosmic world's manifestation,
A sudden outburst of interminable frustration!
An enclosed pent-up heart's expressing ability!
It is truly "emotion recollected in tranquility"!