Before scrambling with words
Stummering
Not under the sun nor the moon
As well in the darkest tunnels couldn't speak
How sorrowful it is !
Too shy, timid and nervous to speak
Only to decide
Pen and paper my friends indeed
To write all that is there
The peak of confidence
Feels like levitating
That's when I write poetry

Would endlessly write poetry
With ease and comfort
You might not miss out on any note
When I write
Profoundly immense with soul
That's the happiness of poetry
If you ever receive...

Either sad or happy
Poetry still lies in the lines of life
Like waves back and forth enjoy the shoreline
That's the smoothness of poetry
Would wish to age with poetry
To the last days of life
That's the gratitude
How poetry eases emotions

Until then shall we write
With love till the end