P O E M

Anything can be a poem
A road,
A rose,
or may be a little-tiny Butterfly….
Anything can be a poem.
Poems are like feathers,
They may float in the wind,
Attach with the wings
Or
Being a part of a dream catcher…
Poems can be anything
Which takes over your emotion, expression
And your lust,
A soul that seeks beauty,
A man who walks alone and feel guilty,
A girl who used to be a beauty of the night,
Or
May be a crowd stares at the boy wearing pink or a girl with tattoo on her hand…

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Can be about You.

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Can be about me.

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Can be wild or turn into a bee.

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Can be silent with inner scream.

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Is Nothing but Everything .
It’s our sense, our essence, our existence.

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is Us and Them, Life and Death, Laughter and Cry, Joy and Pain…….

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