A single flow of thought in four lines should I write.
Condense the stream of ideas – I try with all my might.
Sometimes ABAB, sometimes AABB, and sometimes in ABBA it rhymes.
With metre, with rhythm, and with cheer, I hope the verse chimes.
One set of shapes do I change to another.
Most I got from others, while just one from my mother.
All these I do, for not everyone knows everything.
I embark on a literary flight on this conversion wing.
A love for life, a lively love
gives beautiful art, artistic beauty.
Write your thoughts. Give thoughtful writing.
Discover joy. A joyful discovery.
Words write to me like long-lost friends,
ask me how I am, about my well-being.
Language – to my thought its voice lends.
I soon realize there’s no glory in fleeing.
When most of the country is fast asleep,
I dive into an ocean and aim to go deep
to find what makes me happy and what makes me weep
and express it in words which for years I can keep.
With flowery phrases having complex sound, they try to convey thought profound.
I try my best to do the same with a bunch of well-known simpler words.
Verse should embrace readers tight and not just aim to really astound.
It should give them wings and make their minds fly freely like birds.
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It gives of itself when it gives,
helps create work that forever lives,
gives shape to the thoughts the mind has stored,
and proves to be mightier than a sword.
Even without a spark inside, the mind wants to burn.
Thought illuminates the devil’s workshop with all its might.
In a vast sea of creativity, my words I try to churn.
This elixir I share with you through whatever I write.