It Goes On... On And On.... Poem by KAVIN CHARALAN

Poetry is nothing but..
Words written in colorful lines
Tunes played in bamboo flutes
Beats of the hearts set to classic notes
Trembles of soft green leaves
Sweet smell of flowers and gardens
Sounds of blowing winds
Rhymes of flowing rivers
Roars of rising seas
Stretch of white desert sands
With the hope of certain oasis
Quiet of the night
Break of the radiant day
Beautiful crimson evening
Romeo's love and Juliet's kiss
With no villains and graves
Only bouquets and roses
Stories of you and me
Tales of human beings
That is all?
No, it goes on...on and on...