True Poetry Poem by Sathya Narayana

Like you and I; he and she; we and they;
true poetry takes birth from the earth
with elemental breath.

Take cue my friend
from soiled lives and ruined dreams.
Espy the fructified love
and hearken to the arrhythmic beats of hearts broken.

Ye hear those echoing hurrahs
and eavesdrop those faint laments;
behold those pumping hands
and measure those spilling tears.

Look up at those ascending heroes
and condole the fallen angels.

No need to search my friend...
they're all around...
it's for you and I to find...