My Poetic Soul Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

And my poetic soul
Flies away like a bird
To roam the blue sky
To fly over hills and dales
To catch it is very hard

And my poetic soul
Sometimes sleep by
The murmuring stream
Dipping its feet in the
Cold water it feels the
Sensation as if in a dream

And my poetic soul
Can't be stopped if it
Wishes to visit the street
To feel the cold tar in
Winter and to get burned
In the summers scorching heat

And my poetic soul
Believes in freedom to
Think, express and write
It laughs, plays and exchanges
Ideas with fellow souls
Whether they are black or white