That's a poet
Who sees the verve
Even in the pained nerve
Who sews with words
Re-igniting the sparks of love
Who can embalm pain
Without the motives of gain

That's a poet
Who can love the storm
For he can see
The sunshine beyond
He loves the drought too
That makes him want
Some showers of respite
He loves the bees and bugs
For they imprint the floral canvass
Of his imaginations!

That's a poet
Who embarks the journey
Of truth...of life...so real and yet unreal
He weaves a carpet
Between the real and virtual
He strengthens the genesis
For his words render a vision!
Immortal deeds
On the altar of timeless worship
By the mortal beings!