THE SUN OF POEM

The sun of poem

Is risen from the ocean of words!

Perhaps, it is an outcome of

Some rosy mystical deeds!!

Light of expression had its dawn

Birds of thoughts are flying on...

The wind of pleasantness permeates

Through the common men and the scholars

Rivers of observations are flowing on...

Flowers of expectations are blooming on...

Hills of ovations

Exist without hesitations

Rays of hopes are framed

Ways for haps are being formed

The darkness of dullness  vanished

The ism of enthusiasm  vanquished

Workman ship  started

Worship too  started

A move  came,

A momentum came,

Sense  came,

Sentience came-

The sun of poem

Is risen from the ocean of words!

Possibly, on the earth

It may create the desired worlds!!

Along with  time

To emancipate in progressive modes

The sun of poem

Is risen from the ocean of words!

It is the greatest sight to view!

Let us adhere to it and let us become new!!