Poetry, more than mere words on the page's scroll,
Resounds within, where human depths are found.
A primal cry for change, for lasting peace,
In verse, these longings find their sweet release.
The poet's quill, a blade both sharp and keen,
Transcends mere ink to realms seldom seen.
A healing balm, it tends the wounded heart,
Ignites a spark in souls that seek a start.
......
What is life all about?
Is it just pleasure, is it to scream and shout?
Is it success, that will ultimately burn out?
Or is it about Peace that we must look out?
People are just running in the Life race,
Success, money, pleasure is all they chase.
Most are caught in the misery maze.
Very few are able to live with grace!
......
Poetry, more than mere words on the page's scroll,
Resounds within, where human depths are found.
A primal cry for change, for lasting peace,
In verse, these longings find their sweet release.
The poet's quill, a blade both sharp and keen,
Transcends mere ink to realms seldom seen.
A healing balm, it tends the wounded heart,
Ignites a spark in souls that seek a start.
......
What is life all about?
Is it just pleasure, is it to scream and shout?
Is it success, that will ultimately burn out?
Or is it about Peace that we must look out?
People are just running in the Life race,
Success, money, pleasure is all they chase.
Most are caught in the misery maze.
Very few are able to live with grace!
......