Poetically A Bit Late Poem by Suryendu Chaudhury

Poetry is not that
Which you see,
Poetry is beyond
You and me.

Poetry can make
Or unmake the Hour,
Poetry is a prayer,
Poetry is power.

Poetry defies any rule
That wisely create fools,
Poetry brings in a heaven
That shelters dove and raven.

Poetry is not just rhyme
Reflecting a happy clime,
Poetry is a test
That never calls the best.

Poetry never pleads
It rebels and bleeds,
Poetry is no song
With delicate dipthongs.

Poetry is a beauty
That pleases none to be,
Poetry is never promiscuity
That dances up in glee.

Poetry knows no bounds
It fits in to fit none,
Poetry, not just sounds
That add to the wild run.

Poetry is spontaneous
And deliberately so to be,
Poetry is the obvious
That never ends its journey.

Poetry is not a goal
That unfolds in one go,
Poetry just proceeds
With its eternal flow.

Poetry always seeks the true
And never claims a single way,
Poetry is the like the dew
That highlightes the grey.

Poetry is not what I write,
Poetry is not what you read,
Poetry is a parasite,
Which you allow to breed!