An art of writing,
lucid and unique,
Some being expressive,
Some being undefined,
Based on the reader’s state of mind.
With unadorned words,
Like a riddle,
Has different ways to interpret,
Where the words speak for themselves,
Where the words find their relations,
This is the unseen power of a poem.
It dig the meaning so deep,
Can calm down the savage beast.
It adds beauty without any makeup,
From the beginning till the end.
Filled with true emotions and thoughts,
With few words to construct,
Meant to touch the reader’s heart.
In the sea of rhythm and imagination,
It can instill new set of perceptions.
In the strength of words so pure,
It can unchain the tamed soul.
The resonance of its rhythm,
Becomes the voice of the person,
Who is not allowed to be spoken.
The set of poetic words,
Creating an unknown whirlwind,
Where the time can stand still.
The virtue of poetry,
Is the channel of receptivity,
Is the healing avenue,
One must pass through.
Via daily prompt: relate