While Living For Poetry

While living for poetry
the gullible grief grew wise
and the lonely sun of words
found a plea to sing and rise.

While living for poetry
all trivial differences died down
and rainbows in inner skies adored
paths of dreams with kind crown.

While living for poetry
rocky truth came in bloom
rays of contentment burned
completely obstinate gloom.

While living for poetry
the view of vision grew vast
there remained no discrimination
between who is first & who is last.

poem by Madhav Sarkunde
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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