Poets are no dreamers
But real charmers
Who make you to feel about heaven!
Bring on earth all of sudden
They are part of the life
Who have seen the life full of strife?
The pen makes stroke
That speaks of no jokes
How come poets realize?
Stay as real part and oblige
The poor and rich alike
As their aim always strikes
The difference shall always remain
Person may always feel pain
Try to be away from reality
But poetry is as such of best quality
The poets shall emerge like sun
Make golden light and run
See each individual with hard work
Poets realize the blessings of lords
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Poets are no dreamers But real charmers