Suddenly when do you write?
Your every word is nice right.
Light sparks in wisdom here,
I hear song you sing with seer.
I can not imagine when do plan,
I do not know who writes in clan.
Everything is amazing, I wonder,
I feel my confusion does sunder.
Oh dear poets, while I open page,
I see your all poems here on stage.
Reciting these I get cheer in love,
Each poem sings new like a dove.
Wonderful children we are sure,
Father directs us to become pure.
Curing form injuries we wash sin,
As we wash by soap dirt from skin.
Oh creator father! Wen do you write?
The new heaven when it does bright?
We still wait to enter in new kingdom,
By grace to us ever you give wisdom.
© Kumarmani Mahakul,21 February 2015. All rights reserved.
Writing has no specific time. Poem may come at any time. At midnight or at day, at any time thought comes and we write. This poem is interesting.
'When do you write? ' is a good question. The answer would be different for each poet, I think. 'Each poem sings new like a dove'-I agree from reading a wide selection on Poem Hunter. Of some you could say, ' I saw a new heaven and a new earth'. John. Most people want to enter a new kingdom of heaven.
Writing flows from mind. Leaf carries letter. Calmness is inside own mind. This we should feel. Soul is pure. Nature impacts on soul. This is a great poem and you are a nice poet.
Cheer in love! ! Nice piece of work. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem is filled with beauty at such words can't describe, it makes one think of the universe showing forth its beauty in word of poetry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
picture of Keith Labonte xnice to read this morning. tfs 21 Feb 2015 by Keith Labonte | Reply picture of senthil nathan xFantastic write. Your every poem has rhyme, rhythm and metre....beat, pulse and thud.....twine, chime and drum.....excellently penned....a poet writes anytime, at odd times and when there is rain fall of ideas....nice and thanks sir. 21 Feb 2015 by senthil nathan | Reply picture of Chris G. Vaillancourt x I thought this was a wonderful poem 21 Feb 2015 by Chris G. Vaillancourt | Reply picture of Dorothy A. Holmes xI write at the sound of each happy heart beat, the fall of a tear when sad...When birds sing and butterflies are in flight or standing still on a flower. I write when babies are born or a loved one expires...or when my desires are peaked, or when music drapes over me any time, night and day. When do I write...it seems, always. Love your verse! Dorothy A Poet Who Loves To Sing 21 Feb 2015 by Dorothy A. Holmes | Reply picture of Colten Sorrells xA lovely piece. Thanks for sharing :) 21 Feb 2015 by Colten Sorrells | Reply