Never realised that writing poetry
Could be so fulfilling;
All you need-a pen and paper
To vent out emotions overflowing.
Serenity and tranquility!
Like a dessert after a spicy meal;
And comments add flavour delicious-
In this World of Letters precious.
Disclosure and interchange;
Criticism or appreciation;
by the wielders of pen...
All enough to boost one's morale.
Write like you have never written before;
Write like there is no tomorrow;
'Cause who knows whats in store-
There may never be a morrow.
Atrocities, conflicts, corruption -insane;
Malpractice, political vengeance, religious disputes -insane;
To spit venom vile;
Harming oneself in the while
The ultimate end of all life;
No escape from that doom ordained,
Why leave behind hate and misery-
When we have time to love and enjoy.
Realisation dawns late,
Stop before too late!
Birth and death is destined-
In between is the time to live and let live.
All should try a hand at poetry;
It purifies your soul,
Stale breath exhaled;
Fresh ones inhaled;
Pent up emotions let out;
The chain of bondage broken.
Free like a flying bird
Up in the air on cloud nine;
There are no constricts and constraints here
Just the freedom to share
And let the world know
Your thoughts, and visions rare,
And create an identity-
The real YOU, you and only you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem