Ode To A Poet

What makes you compose so good?
In such sublime singsong mood?
Exhilarating, alluring and resplendent;
Your words capture life in a manner most incandescent!

Is your ink an impeccable echo of your compassionate heart?
And how long does it take you to mold such scintillating art?
Beyond conflicts, struggles and strife,
Each verse brings bliss and hope to life.

Are you transported and lost in the whirlpool of imaginations?
Do gods and galaxies smile at your exquisite creations?
Your pen generates heartbeats in stanzas and cadence,
And tells the tales of many in a style intense.

How many lit lamps do you use?
And what’s your melodious muse?
When you write, are you engulfed by a serendipitous smile?
Or do you shed tears in unpretentious guile?

Can the thorns of life ever stain your passion’s soul?
Your impassioned lines stay forever whole!
In the bosom of your fashioned works the universe seeks solace;
Your tranquility’s sheen hugs humanity with serene grace.

Against all vices you fight,
Night or day in your ingenious womb virtues delight!
The miraculous power of your ink rains uninterrupted peace,
In your artworks ripples of joy never cease.

Even in the midnight’s moon,
Your creativity enjoys such exuberant boon.
Your masterpieces transcend the vicissitudes of time,
And create in every heart, an eternal armoring rhyme.