Po Poem by Kumarmani Mahakul

A chamber pot using as noun,
We can declare po is beautiful,
Unlimited this becomes and we feel,
While we start measuring space,
Within this chamber resides love,
Many stars and galaxies float,
Wonderful po writes impulses.

Dimple like this appears in bloom,
Po is really the chamber of wisdom,
Producing glimpse of joy mind feels,
But this is not the po of soil,
Po of soil may break into pieces,
Still this serves carrying water.
But po of wisdom is eternal,
This carries God's nectar for us.

We need to practice more values,
Drinking wisdom from this eternal po,
Our thirst we can quench ever,
This po never wilts like a leaf does.

© Kumarmani Mahakul,12 July 2018. All rights reserved.