To The Poet.... Poem by Srivishnu Rentala

Passion streams from within,
he; who weaves magic.
Knitting together tales
with nothing more than words.
Armed with just a pen
a paper and a dream;
he sets out to enchant
and bring life to memories.
How does he do it?
It will remain a mystery.
But when he begins,
it seems there's no end.
As his pen flows,
thoughts trickle out,
And to garnish his work
he resorts to rhyme.
We lay men, we have thoughts too;
just like him, we feel blue.
And we think, we're no poets;
"why bother", and we subsist.
That's where we've got it all wrong:
we don't lack flair,
we just need passion.
So pick up a pen. Close your eyes
and let your heart sing.
And when the pen speaks,
don't be stunned.
For you too are a poet.
In fact, the world is!