Poetothemics

No magician can make
Moon: A beautiful lass.
A poet can............

No device can grasp
The language of celestial
A poet can.....

You know! He dug out the beauty
From sorrow and melancholy
Mixed it with wine and enjoyed.

And He, enjoyed the song of her,
language was not known to him.
And He, depicted spirit of revolution
As a spiritual bird.An Albatross.

Bursted he and questioned to me.
'What device a poet has?
How they operated the device? '

I replied..
When a vinsect bites to a poet
Poetothemics activated.

'Never heard such words before! '

Now you heard from me!

He said...A poet can...
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poem by Aftab Alam Khursheed
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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