Theory On Poetry Poem by RAJAT GHOSH

Words are lazy to light the mind,
Search is on for words to find;
It is the mid-night or mid-noon,
Series of words are flowing soon!

It is a high tide river- the 'conscious' knows,
The 'subconscious' unconsciously blows;
Let the pen be the sailing boat of Byzantine'
O note the beauty in the valley of Rhyne!

Now page is ready to 'stitch' and 'unstitch'
And some words and phrases to polish;
Erase the 'self' to decode the reverberation,
'Catalist' now smiles after chemical reaction!

And thus it is born, the child of the mother,
Happy mom smiles for child to survive forever!