I Live In The Poetry Poem by V P Mahur

Poetry does not live in me
But I live in poetry
I wander freely
In the vast grove of humanity
The free flowing thoughts are
The streams of clear water
Like the clear thoughts
New words are the buds
Which are ready
The flowers of new ideas
To spread
The fragrance of awareness
The society of leaves
Feeds these thoughts
The powerful poetic norms
Are the roots
That holds the tree of a poem
The dry leaves are the
Old dated traditions
Which are to be removed
To give way to the new
And fresh ideas
The birds are the
Highly imaginative thoughts
Soaring high
In the blue sky of
Unlimited access of mind
The beasts are the obstacles
Which are to be dealt
To let the good things exult
The green grass
Is the bed where feelings
Take rest
And get ready to run
In wonder and fun
I water this grove
With the rain of emotions
And freshens it
With the air imaginations
I feel happy and satisfied
And a humble pride
When loving persons
Visit this grove
And praise its beauty
But I am grateful for those
Who make me aware of
My sacred duty
Of saving my grove
From the destruction
Of hesitation
And pollution of
Unwanted compromises
That deters the determination
May God grant me
Moral energy
And strength to stand
And oppose the destructive Elements
To keep my poetry
Live forever