Poetry Poem by Avik Datta Gupta

Poetry is not easy to write too often
Unless one is filled with somekind of passion
A passion for love.. or a passion of joy
An eagerness to create..or an attempt to destroy.

People ponder, what’s a poem?
To me, it’s like a seed with a xylem and phloem
The phloem would give the essence of life
While the xylem would give the firmness to survive
Which is impossible to isolate with a knife

Poetry is a fusion of thoughts and emotions
In it’s own little cyclotron
Once started goes on like a chain reaction
Which requires catalysts but no precalculations

An integration of the weak and strong
May be used to differentiate between the right and wrong
It has no limit but it has continuity
Initially at zero it’s progression is beyond infinity

It’s not stated in the Penal Code
To frame a law to define it’s mode
The judges, lawyers and the advocates
Can’t chalk the path of it’s ultimate fate

So, it is free to fly and it is free to flow
If the Sun is warm to melt the snow
It’s power can enliven a bed of rose
And brings it’s fragrance to every prose