Poetry being a ray of light
wouldn't deserve to be abode bound
While being soluble yet crystalizeable
It zests to be volatile and combustible
It appears once and disappears
instantly and momentarily, as it suits
It sleeps wakes walks runs flies
and even swims, as occasion demands
At every instance it opts to discrete
in any mode and every mood
It chooses, fittingly and wittingly
to fondle or wipe, tears on a grieved cheek
Next moment, fondles a mossed shrine
and again consoles a parting life at war front
While indulging a suffocation in a coalmine
Suddenly shares a baby's dream in a cradle
Being non-inhabitant but omnipotent
Inasmuch malleable, liquifiable 'n volatile
Let poetry be of its own,
to be like morning breeze, cool 'n refreshing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Poetry, truly is a ray of light and like the cool, fresh morning breeze. Wonderfully penned dear Poet Jayatissa.......10 Thank you so much for your beautiful comments on my nature poems. God bless.