Poem - Poem by Shree Parno
Words are reaching from emotions day after day
As like as water of all fountains,
The sky is teaching -
And the ocean is teaching -
How the sound is formed.
The poet is inventing through his experience.
Truly, words are working and sleeping with us -
After the journey of a tearful night
We can see
The God is blessing us.
And we are enriching towards him.
The poet is explaining through his words.
But, how the dream is formed?
Actually, our body and mind still working with words;
We are seeing that
It makes joy
It makes death.
The poet is watching through his small life.
But, when a poet weeps, people weep
When a poet laughs, people laugh
And a reader is inventing -
All sorrows and joys of world are assembling
Under a tree
It is poem.
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