A poem is not used to express my thoughts, but it is the fountain with flood of blood coming from the injured experiences and incurable wounds.
A poem is not only the daydream which I hum sweetly from the curve of my unique smiles but also the chicken soup for the divine soul which echoes and nurtures the soul.
A poem which is twined like the wrinkles is full of joyfulness, bitterness, wonders, regrets, the good old days and the sorrowful history; meanwhile, it interacts the inner voices with the outer world.
A poem begins with a question mark but ends in an exclamation mark.
A poem starts with an idea or an aspiration and it is completed with the rainbow-like emotions and visions.
A poem makes the musical notes dance on the manuscript and compose the lovely sounds of music which sing along with readers' hearts.
A poem plucks the heartstrings and transfers thoughts.
A poem springs from a dot of the words, connects the line between words and thoughts and then forms a dimension of genuine feelings and true emotions.
A poem is like a needle which is swift enough to sew the moments into an unique life blanket.
A poem communicates the knowns with the unknowns, heals the wounds with mights, bridges the past with the present and constructs thoughts out of every breath a poet takes.
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