In Praise of the Priceless

Budding poets’ hearts light up

When ember glows with glorious words

Of  praise,  pats  for all

 And brick bats for none .

The rare worm too glows

With wit and wisdom

Limited in words but

Infinite in good thoughts.

Kavi is a garden for

Fresh flowers to bloom

Pruned by the editors that

Life distilled is pure

And confidence instilled

Is for ever. Withering ones

Go to  the gallery as

Anthologies to refer.

But the  rare ones like the two

To mention among the many,

Who water with kind words

Are the ones who make the plants

Bloom again and again

And make  hearts grow

In confidence.

At a time when one seeks

To read only one’s own

On What’s New in Kavi

And click to the Board

To seek praise in print,

To read all and feel all aloud

Needs  ego-less heart more than

A keyboard and mouse.