Treasure Island

Narayan Chandra Samal

(ODISHA, INDIA)

POETRY


Poetry is nothing
It is a feeling from the heart.
Poetry is nothing
It depends on a situation or fact.
Poetry is nothing
It is an art.

Poetry is nothing
It is the state of poets mind.
Poetry is nothing
It is an imagination of any kind.

Poetry is nothing
It’s like clouds in the sky.
Poetry is nothing
It is a song of love &joy.

Poetry is nothing
It is chirps of bird.
Poetry is nothing
It is the blessings of God.

Poetry is nothing
It is mummers of river.
Poetry is nothing
It is perfume of the flower.


Poetry is nothing
It is description of woman’s beauty.
Poetry is nothing
It is like full moon-light.

Poetry is nothing
It is based on a subject.
Poetry is nothing
It is creation of the poet.

Submitted: Thursday, April 08, 2010

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