A leaking red pen, like my very heart
A blank paper, as shall be my mind
A short rendezvous of my pen and the latter
An overwhelming paper, then you shall find

Capturing life in mere metaphors
Always an enigma it remains
An art soo very beautiful
Such is poetry, such honour it claims.

Love will then be seen ethereal
And hatred will no longer be ugly.
Just a matter of few words and a rhythm
Then a beautiful composition you shall see.

Indeed eyes speak way more than words
No one's denying it, no one to change it.
"The kohl lined eyes, the black pearl simply shines"
Spotlight on the beautiful eyes, it is an enticing magic you must admit.

If I knew where poems came from, I'd go there
In that baffle of varied thoughts, I would grow.
Then back to reality, unwillingly I must jump
But to this monotonous world, I'll have unseen magic to show.
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