A poet was in the closet,
the doors tightly closed.
With the bunch of syllables,
dormant in own world.
Once a fairy gives a knock,
opening the block,
the poet lets her in, and
keeps the syllables in lock.
The fairy sleds
in his heart's depth,
makes the syllables slept,
and the poet swept.
The fairy wants to go high,
takes the wings to fly.
But the poet,
could not rely.
The closet smashed,
she breaks open the door.
The dreams crushed,
the poet lets her go.
The poet, wounded, sad,
leaves the broken closet,
with a bunch of syllables
steps in the poetic world.
The river of emotions flows,
the oars of syllables, he rows.
Frightened by the sharks,
on an island, he embarks.
The land of "Poetry"
with a single giant tree,
Sheltering many castaways,
tired of gloomy days.
Greeting each other
With a warm "Hello!"
Showing each other
a nice way to go!
Many wandering poetic souls,
from sufferings, recovered,
In this way the island
"Hello Poetry" was discovered!!
Fiction..thnx hp