As I pondered on,

“What poetry meant to me?”

I felt a rush of beautiful thoughts,

Fill all the vessels of my brain.

When I think about it, poetry reminds me of,

The smile on the face of newborn,

As it emerges from the warmth of the mother’s womb,

Thanking her for giving it a beautiful shape.

When I write a poem, I feel,

Like having opened my heart out,

And shared my thoughts and worries,

With a friend who cares for me.

As we travel in the journey of life,

They are the pictures we take of our feelings,

To cherish and remember of those good old days,

For what a camera cannot capture, Poetry can!!!

Ever since man had known to read and write,

He was always used poetry,

To express his love, joy and sorrow, to name a few,

For the generations that follow, to read, experience and enjoy.

 And so do I.

~ Deep ~

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