Poetry cleanses deep pores,
Poet is the beautician,
it exfoliates the dead life,
life in suspended animation,
it applies a tonal cream, a soothing balm,
that plugs the pore -hole of zest.
poetry chases you to all thy life spaces
small, big, medium,
sorrowful and happiness,
poetry is the parachute,
that softlands you on ground of living again,
from the precipice of accidents.
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poetry is the parachute, that softlands you on ground of living again, from the precipice of accidents................................................. Great lines! Beautiful way of looking at poetry and what it does! A 10