The Poetry Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

Sky is the limit for a poet
Sometimes to be compared to mountains
Both have its own beauty to compare
More you try to write, more you succeeds
Poetry that takes the human woes
The human issues, the hardships,
The pains, the sorrow, and happiness
The real love which comes from the divine
We can enjoy the poems in those spirits
The great minds have their own creations
The wise ones thinks about the ideas
Where it written for their own happiness
Like a flower's fragrance, all enjoys
Kings, passed for ever in history
Crowns are kept in museums to see
Here the old texts are reprinted
Still keeps with devotions by the readers
Sky is the limit of the poetry
Ideas are spread in world like wind
Ideas are taken as words from vocabulary
The poets thinks about the world itself
The human tragedies, the arrogance that see
It is poetry a unifying factor in this world
Beyond all divisive ideas like a breeze
Both mind and body relaxes in enjoyment
While it reads with so much melancholy
The spirit is there, the human mind thrills
Where poetry stands, ever high in world
Centuries, thousands of years not it vanishes
The poet's name who are powerful enough
Like Dante's Divine comedy, or Keat's odd to nightingale
Here it spreads powerful words and imaginations
Poetry acts as a catalyst for changes
In fact poetry is eternal for ever
Its wings are powerful enough to speed up
Changes that require in this beautiful world
Where discordant notes makes somewhere sad
Telling the world to love each other
Stop the blame acts and go forward
With an intention for positive changes
Where man enjoys the small period of life
That divinely bestowed upon to pass here.