Aren't we dreams complex that bloomed
in the garden of *Rorschach?
ink blots with hidden meanings
where ghosts of the past roam to pluck flowers

Poetry can’t be a limitation
Words radiating the poet’s imagination
Transcending beyond mere understanding
Poetry mesmerizes the soul and heart
Words beyond the regular
Reading between the lines, to decipher
For Poetry shall remain forever
Lyrical hymns, always hummed by poem lovers
Surviving the centuries, and beyond
Poetry can pay tribute, to unspoken feelings
From poet to poet and from poems to poems
A rich legacy will weave intricate Art