Unaware of the fact

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By Jadia4708au

I am totally unaware of the fact As why it has deserted me to act Why no words are pouring in as it used to be? Why do I feel so helpless and not free? Yes it is God gift to have grip on writing No reason can be advanced for sighting Everything is just before the eyes One may not depict correctly even if he tries Of course they may be deeply lying in corner It has to come out later or sooner But it has got no use if untimely composed It will be simply rejected and totally disposed Words can’t flow until it has free message Water can not flow in river until has the passage The well has enough of water in the belt below It will remain there as it is and not allow As the fingers move on the head in hair rings It may generate melody and words may try to sing It will send pulses to and fro and resonance may start Align all activities in one action with live active part As the earth has become barren It may need fall of rain even Dry words may find new energy in roots The greenery may come up for good scenes to put up Find it not hard to come out the songs They may come at right time and not at wrong Your heart and mind may keenly exchange It will have good synchronization and able to manage It will have full sweetness and melancholy The depth of it may be felt and enjoyed wholly Let artificial things cover as pure illusion Poetry may flow with natural tune without any confusion Poems are not just free flow of words They are holy words spoken by lords Not everybody can pick it with intensity Only good poet may find its full use and utility It may face temporary setback sometimes It has too some lean and bad times It may loose sometimes rhythms and tunes The creator (poet) should not worry over it and fume Give it a full justice to come out with some reason Nature too functions well with every season How the flowers boom in different colors? The spring has quality to offer more flavors Don’t be upset if some time the door is locked Don’t lament if it doesn’t come up and try to click It will find its way when cuckoo breaks morning silence Your mind will be fresh and free from being tense

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