Ye must know-
Why I do poetry?
Because it is medicine,
For my grief, agony and pain,
When poetry injected within me,
I etch on the paper,
I get tremendous gain,
When truth poisons me,
With the fake saline of truth,
I wriggle,
My instinct wiggle,
All sorts of,
Wiggling, wriggling,
O my muse -
I am on the poetical ward of ICU,
And still ye are whispering into my ear,
You are so lovely,
So dear,
To me,
You the lover and caretaker,
©2014 Aftab Alam Khursheed. All rights reserved
Poetry is medicine for mental agony.It makes us calm and quiet and keeps us in a different world of peace.
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it is medicine, For my grief, agony and pain, .................poetry begins from a grieving mind...................