Observations... Poem by Abhinit Chute (abz)

Observation is what it means to be a poet,
And the nip held is the key to show it..
Whenever the eyes enable one to write on,
The one slides the pen for the heart to be light on..

The hands can't deny when the eyes see,
They see the nature's amazing beauty..
And the heart does partake in the letters of one..
And the feelings go right till brain says 'WELL DONE'!

Just like the moon's beauty* reflected it..
Beautiful* shook myself off, the beauty deflected it..
And the loneliness* felt in the All-fans Shut..
Tells that the feelings emerge till the Beats are cut..

When the breeze ruffles one's hair
And the rain contributes to the share,
The feelings of observation stimulate the hand..
And the nip does the rest and ovations do stand..

With the letters go and the rhythm overlaps,
And each line goes one by one like race's laps..
The rhyme don't need vocab; the feelings do all..
For the Observations keep it upto the soul...