Poems are not made in isolation
It has special relation
In terms of human feelings
With natural meaning
What do you write after all?
The hazard is scaling wall
Or from peak to earth with fall
Or the hurdles that stall the progress
Do we cry at poverty?
Do we blame the creator or almighty?
The poet sees around
And the material is found
So poet is reflection
Acts like mirror in action
Words create effect
Poems touch inner heart in fact
No human being can remain untouched
As the poor and down have already reached
The level of tolerance
The poet can’t ignore it with simple glance
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