Eyes of a poet never sleep
It aware always, ready to peep
It becomes shadow of everyone
Sometimes move, sometime run.
Feeding words, reading words
Wound of world, bleeding words.
Catch the idea
Match the idea
Create a poem
Fate a poem.
Poet's pen must speak
Squeal, squeal and squeak
Eyes of poet never stay
For its poem, searching way.
Eyes of poet has a will
It must have ripping skill.
Eyes of poet beam a poem
Ever it has dream a poem
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A sublime start with a nice poem, Vaishali. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.