Wednesday, 2 January 2013

poetry

A thought comes to mind,
Like the early dew drops.
Awaiting the right time,
So that art can take a gigantic form.
Just a moment suffices the thinker,
The world gets Homer, Virgil and Milton.

Mere play with words create wonders,
Emotions are expressed in depths.
A world of own is created in all its glory,
For this power is only in the hands of a Poet.
The creator of the different and the beautiful,
Helping us, to revive the best moments.


2 comments:

Arun said...

Woooooow nice verse with a picture, keep it up

Suhasini Srihari said...

Thank you Sir! :D

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