Poetry is like fresh water
Quenching the thirsty soul
Once placid lake, the heart
Every word creates a ripple
Moving me to the core
My feelings and emotions
Travel with the soft wavelets
Arousing my fascination
Sweet as nectar
The creativity pond
Plunging in poetry everyday
To taste the fresh sweetness
Of poetic water
Being on this island
Surrounded by the words
Where I can take a swim
In any weather
An eternal source of joy
Where I can drown
To rejuvenate myself