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POETRY WITH A NEW RHYME |
| With few words in my mind How would i be able to start a rhyme These eyes are closed or their purity is lost Heart of a poet and mind in the stars Blankness in the life seems a canvas for a start These hands say no,and mind showers emotions unexplored Wings of sky ,depth of the sea coldness of a desert night.............. These are some words striking me so far. Lifting my pen,i scribble nothing Seeing this strangeness,a tear drops down my eye Reaching a canvas ,it gave a new life Story without words is not easy to comprehend Poetry without a rhyme has a new strength. No words are required ,no sky ,no love seem better Purity never left me,just a turn of its role It was far inside ,making me its home..... |