A Poem . . . .

Writing a poem

A poets rhyme that never rhymes,

a guilt rising after a chain of crimes.

A thought in mind lurking about,

a voice in heart craving to come out.

An un-understandable phrase,

that drives in a lot of praise.

A creative play of thoughts,

that can beautify even moon's blots.

An unbound flight of words,

flying high, higher than birds.

Some kind of unnurtured imagination,

its a person's emotional creation.

A voice from inside our soul,

a direction pointing to our goal.

A substitute of facial expression,

a written account of our emotion.

A justified creation of a crazy mind,

rarely born and hard to find.

Some creepy truth that rises fear,

or incomplete love that brings down tear.

An expression of the cries unheard,

a mental speech of a speechless bird.

A weapon with no explosive,

but a great damage which can give,

no bloodshed, just a hallucination,

which can destroy a whole nation.

The most powerful creation of a human,

which can eat up every devil, every demon.

A tool to make a dead speak,

it takes your emotions to a peak,

this is what I say a poem.

That is why I write 'A Poem' . . . .