Like a harmonium with reeds of different notes, Like a surging river of diverse words and quotes, Like a cluster of clouds murmuring and floating by, Like an arch of rainbow of seven hues in the sky, Like a drenched newly blossoming sunflower, Like the season queen Monsoon's first shower, Like the crimson sunset at the serene twilight, Like a free, boundless, wandering little kite, Like the shiny silvery radiance of a full moon, Like a butterfly metamorphosed from a cocoon, Poetry is unbound, gushing, profound and fresh, An entertaining game of words for a mind to refresh. A revealed bunch of phrases formerly unspoken, A language of the forlorn chap heart broken! A halo of the cosmic world's manifestation, A sudden outburst of interminable frustration! An enclosed pent-up heart's expressing ability! It is truly "emotion recollected in tranquility"!
