Poems are the life and blood of the poets. In this verse that Durgesh dedicates to all his poet friends, he reviews the many virtues of poems, in Different Truths.
Though my word expressions are
not so poetic.
Yet, I’m proceeding little steps
to refine my confined thoughts.
Muse of my mind are made for
the sake of mankind.
My fingers are defining their destination
through keyboard snapshots.
Sometimes I travel
in the aroma of the violet shade of tales.
Sometimes my path covers with
the imaginative crystals of frost.
Sometimes the wilderness
dislodge my destination.
Sometimes my immense courage finds
lost ways in the dirt of past.
Hindrance never stops me
to freely act.
Intentions of intense feelings are
my tacit pact.
Be a poet
before becoming a man.
To ignite a rhythmic and peaceful tune
like a Saint!
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