There is nothing,
Only poetry sings
With great rhythm,
In this entire realm,
From morning to night
I always feel so in amazement,
Poetry is superior and significant,
All other things are inferior and insignificant,
Poetry wears different clothes in different seasons,
But in all seasons it is brilliant,
It never loses its beauty and magnanimity,
Poetry never deceives,
It is always true and genuine
With its divine essence.
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I absolutely agree with you dear Anjandev! I appreciate your truthful expression!