Poetry is a flower, indeed- <br />Blooms within a poet's mind; <br />Poetry nourishes life in need <br />When comes the stormy wind. <br /> <br />Poetry needs a reckoning hand, <br />A hand to caress it's body and soul. <br />Poetry seeks itself a land <br />When it's saviour plays a better role. <br /> <br />Poetry is the song of never-ending life <br />Speaks of veiled truth; <br />Let it not live ephemeral life <br />Let it not be uncouth.<br /><br />Pijush Biswas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poetry-337/
