As Poetry Is Born Within Me

Poem By Parray Shahid

Strenghtlessly melted:
I find my senses reeling
And turned into a slave
‘tis might of my pen
Truly potent and grave;
Thoughts flock me in droves
Benign and salutary over my brow
And amid the haze of riddled groves,
Such dulcet quietude restive grow;
While in hard-driven, benevolent plight,
My fingertips charge in strange tenderness
For they seek some ink, some paper, some light
To fill in verses, render and impress;
‘Tis time again, ‘tis time
One rolling stream of moments
Shall follow another and rhyme;
‘Tis time again, ‘tis time
For tumultuous thaw of notions
To endly melt into prime:
As poetry is born within me!

Comments about As Poetry Is Born Within Me

Thoughts flock me in droves Benign and salutary over my brow My fingertips charge in strange tenderness.. you hve wonderfully pictured the pains and pangs of your pregnancy with a poem inside ur brain and thoughts.... wonderful poem dear poet. tony


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