POETRY
glimmering on a tiny twig
many fail to see.
Poetry is the sprouting of a seed
buried in every heart
but not nurtured by every pen.
Poetry is a four-cornered mirror
reflecting the depths
of a soulful heart.
Poetry is the lotus
that blooms out of
the quagmire called 'world'.
Poetry is,
the proclivity of being humane,
in words.
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