A poet
Needs a pure heart
Backing all sentiments and negative energy
Evil thoughts of tarnishing
One's reputation

A poet needs a pure heart
burning unending flames of love,
peace and unity

As he sprouts his words
As a plant growing
in the vineyard of men

Plants never dies
words never dies
Words are immortal
so is a poet

Dying in sadness is abundance muse in joy
Gradually we all shall empty ourselves into
The basket that contains a lot of water

Giving us milky way as our soul faced our body
It gets a lasting rest in this a pure heart I so incline
To be one with the Great Architect of universe

Written by
Martin Ijir