Poets imbibe pains, thoughts in-depth are born,
Stored like volcano's lava so forlorn;
May I know poets why do you all write?
Hope you want to say how your minds do fight.
With inherent skills thinkers expressing
Visions captured with new divine blessings.
Knowledge is power known since our childhood
But poets call for something more as good.
Heeding inner calls is that one great art,
Words are in plenty; need to get a start.
Like a sharp radar signal detection,
Incites one's urges in poetic action.
Poets are dreamers long over the ages,
Painting mind's vision with words brushed on pages,
Muses of feelings while heavenly adorned
Creativity wins readers' heart by storm.
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Insightfully conceived and beautifully embellished with poetic rhyme and rhythm. Thanks for sharing.