Forgive Me, If I Am Wrong! Poem by Somanathan Iyer

Be it a profession or be it a hobby
poetry is an art poems are its pulse
casting a spell is every poet's impulse
reflects this pulse in the quality of its context
poetry has a norm that extols its charm
poetry is a magic that spell bounds even the critics
every poet of any stature enthralls readers on his/her own
by conveying a message or presenting a poetic treat
it is but natural every write may not be a master piece
even the greatest of greats understood this
the sphere of poetry is increasing day by day
multitude of new poets are seen as never before
ebullient and enthusiastic in proving their skills
experienced and entrenched looked upon as role models
tragic to find a part turning now eccentric
appearing are new dialects not understood by many
their numbers may swell but the nectar is denied
mere additions without substance hard to stand test of times
bartered praises and blatant ratings barely reflect beauty of writes
nerdy outbursts on normal practice negates the spirit of poetic world
enjoy poetry everyone if poems spread its scent of essence
to write and share here we are to read and regard there they are!