Poetry is with man since his very birth
with mama's lullaby, with nanny's mirth
soul to soul through the heart's door
has bolstered position in truth and lore
like the sun and the moon it has its sight
even shines bright in the darkest night
from lover's banter to a singer's mutter
it flows like the perennial Ganga forever
carrying forward the truth and wisdom
into the doors of the future generation
what the soul has soulfully spoken
in happiness, distress or in dire confusion
with a purpose to enthuse, correct or to preach
behind every line, the poet doth ever quietly beseech.
©Prafulla Panda, India.
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