Genesis Of Poetry Poem by Naba Kishor Pujari

Of nobody’s compulsion and force,
Poetry comes out as unstoppable flow of river water
Doesn’t changes its mien against desired hint.
The genesis of poetry needs little warmth, a subtle spark,
a score of thoughts. s
It often marries with raindrops, dew filled grasses,
wanders around worldly fancies;
Despite a trial to move the making of a poetry through our lenses
But it never steps away; remains rooted in its own feet
The world of inquiry, keenness and the virtuous moments
Make poetry what it is termed afore.
Poetry roams around the golden garden of insight,
From the very womb of creativity, the castle of poetry makes
Mark to its infinite passage
Poetry to be worth; needs micro-thoughts, skills and pure work.
From its germination, Poetry too leaves its strong
Footprints among readers.
When winter falls, when a flower sprays odour or
When a surprise meet occurs with
the colossal ones,
Poetry grow through the assimilation of words and thoughts,
ink turns warrior.
In every drop of creativity and thoughts,
Poetry teaches humanity to the mankind.