Poetry in blood
Mind is at rest
And performs at best
I take no tests
But confirm to actual taste
What makes me to write?
And ignite
Passion for real poetry
I leave it to an almighty
I look at composition of others
Find some gap or loopholes there
I concentrate on left out emotions
Generate new feeling and add caution
What a joy comes in!
It becomes perfect peace to seen
With new soul in it
I touch the spirit
The poetry is in blood
The words are food
It transforms my day into bright spot
Where I have enough to explore or store a lot
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The poetry is in blood The words are food It transforms my day into bright spot Where I have enough to explore or store a lot