Poetry is the air poets are the breath
poets sparkle like jewels of paradise
flourishes in garden of great poetry

poets matured like pearls in oysters
of vast ocean of their sub conscious

no need to ****** it from jaws of
crocodiles or to combat dragons

don't have to climb Everest
cross the burning Sahara
crawl in the dark belly
of the Pyramids

all they've to do is let the ink flow
let inspired words pass through prism
minds let contrive and conceive aglow.

After earth covered the piece of estate,
After his wife has been there just awhile,
After the last people walked out the gate,
After all that his lips curled a little smile.

After he went back to his empty house,
After whatever they suffered together,
After years in him love hadn't arouse,
After all, he never really loved her.