Where are the words that thrilled my reader?What took away my laconic, scintillating words?Why doesn’t my pen bleed red anymore?Thy emotions that flowed purely, unhesitatingly; where are thee? Poetry, when you drew me to yourself, I didn’t resistYour art submerged me into beautifulnessThrough you, all things, I perceived graciouslySo, I learnt you every day, soContinue reading “Oh Poetry!”