Poetry in a perfect world would be a quaint village by a flowing river beneath the canopy of stars,
a tattered soul sewn with celestial glitters of love glorifying its scars.

It would rhyme mellifluous with fragrant Jasmines and gurgling brooks,
Poetry in a perfect world would be a Moonlight dance of two lovers what you read in vintage books.

A Poem is a Womb that delivers a rebirth of thoughts,
and a Poet is that river a poem chooses to live besides unfurling it's rustic knots.

Simply perfect in an imperfect world,
Poetry a cashmere quilt to the soul from frigid splinters hurled.

Gitanjali Kapoor
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