Poetry is one’s self
It is a rhythm of words
That appear in the thoughts
Like a pilgrim’s prayer
To untangle the knots
Poetry is one’s self
It plays notes of the soul,
Sings with its gentle waves,
Lyrical symphony,
That every being craves
Poetry is one’s self
A plea of the heartstrings
To nurture emotion,
Conquer mortal dogmas,
Pour love in each notion
Poetry is one’s self
Half empty or half full
Pour it out or drink in
This river of raw truth
Makes you delve deep within
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Sheena Jain is a deep thinker and keen observer who likes to pen her thoughts and recently started sharing it on social media. She believes that life has a lot to offer to everyone if only we tune ourselves to its song.
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Wow… Using poetry as your muse, you have woven a beautiful one.. Poetry indeed sings a lyrical symphony… Loved this❤❤