Poetry Poem by Aftab Alam
Poetry
Poetry is not my passion
‘Tis my commotion
Poetry is not my emotion
‘Tis a seduction
Wombs of time, when fertile,
When heart and mind in rhythm
A ghastly nightmare sneaks
Within me and compels, write.
Then, I am enchanting on white
You call it a poem, right
Poetry is my expression
‘Tis not my fashion
Poetry is regression
‘Tis not my intention
Comes with chime when asleep
With my past, scattered, that I keep.
Intruder heartily speaks
With me and instructs, décor...
Then ugliest I adore
You call it a poem, right
O my suffering,
You are the poetry for the world to enjoy
And for me freedom from pain, me a silly decoy
really, the real situation of poets you reveal through your poem.. enjoyed..9
A lovely write on poetry which is attractive and the concluding lines are incomparable!
your said xactly wat we all feel.actually poetry is a way to live our life.nice poem, thnks 4 sharing! i m going 2 give you 10 for dis.
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I would like to translate this poem
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poetry is many things to many people. A magic way to express ourselves. nice write