Invite not anger, dear
When anger is here
You are to meet the danger.
When you are in love,
You would stay
Far from danger.
For the true poet
The danger has no meaning,
And each danger is there
To open a new chapter of
Creativity truthful.
Life would be beautiful
With patience, keep all
With you, dear poet.
So also A true poet
Wants not comment or vote
Or praise or recommendation.
The true poet is full
In motion, in emotion
And see the world whole
With sensational invitation.
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