Being A Poem Poem by Mohammad Muzzammil

From the depths of the mind,
A spark ignites, a thought takes flight,
A word or phrase, hard to define,
A glimmer of hope, a faint insight.

It grows and blooms, a delicate flower,
Fed by the soul, nurtured with care,
A tiny seed, now full of power,
A poem, ready to be shared.

Its birth is a wondrous thing,
A moment of creation, pure and true,
A melody that wants to sing,
A story that wants to be told anew.

It may be brief or long and wide,
Rhyming, free verse, or in-between,
But in its essence, it holds inside,
A piece of the heart, a soulful glean.

It speaks of love, of joy and pain,
Of life and death, of hope and fear,
It echoes thoughts we can't explain,
And makes us see the world more clear.

So let us cherish the birth of a poem,
A miracle of the mind, a work of art,
For it can take us to places unknown,
And touch the depths of the human heart.