"One writes from thy heart",
The art of which the writers impart.

Were there no poets, the love would be abstruse,
Even the bond betwixt all would be accused.
Ever descried rose's thorns?
The painful beauty of it is what the poet adorns.

Were there no poets, who would have given the lifeless,life?
Would even the unanimated become so precious to one's eye?
Deciphering the beauty of the unknown,
The bond betwixt the nature and the human was known.

It were the profound contemplators who thought so deep,
Who saw the fine roots beneath rather than the plant above that creeps.
Comprehending all, they wrote,
That's why often, they are difficult to quote.

Watery Eyes spoke and conveyed more than words,
But only by the throbbing heart it could be heard.
How do they put down what we feel?
Are they blessed with the divine power to heal?
© Rachit_26