i've no vocabulary
only emotion
when i say i'm as fragile
as an egg
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The source of your poetry you did confess, Instilled expressiveness in myself, To leave behind concern for finesse, And paint a picture that depict my true self. Being truthful is indeed an art, For those who accept ‘to err is human’; It’s an experiment that tear apart, The ones who think can outsmart the canon!
Yes indira, it is an art to be truthful to ones heart(soul) ...... a real good one, dear....
'that fleeting moment i live through simply gets expressed by itself and you call it poetry much to my amusement! ' exactly, i can relate to that ma'am...surely. wonderful, i loved it. 'word and thought is one and the same', said Vivekananda. thank you ma'am... all ur poems just made my day today!
Ofcourse poetry is an art artistic from one heart for another heart....your rendering is from a spectrum of colourful shades related to human life....and you definitely have a vast vocabulry in your expressive heart...great work...(all your poems) ...thanks