Rules or no rules

Poetry has no rules to go
It has simply to flow
As lines emerge from deep corner
You write it as fast as runner

Rules or no rules
It has to be simple tool
To catch the nerves and make impact
Poetry is as such fine art with single act

I follow nothing
Simply obey the instinct that has to do something
With human mind and touch
Poetry has its own kind to influence as such

Some may say it is boring
Some may listen to it while snoring
Cuckoo reveals it in early morning
Words strike as has rhythm with warning

Wake up! And now time to resume
A bright day with blessings has come
We are all made of simple clay
Poems must spread fragrance when find its way

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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