How do we become poets?

Have tried to beTeachers, MentorsPreachers of good wordAnd works,Behaving with true solidarity,Creators of better lives and thingsBut they are so many times,AbusedSo often misunderstoodSo much hate, under life’s hood,So much incomprehension adding toSocial unrest and insecurity, too!Why?Because They, the JustHad discoveredThat in the ruling classThere were many others,Not only wrongBut with very bad intentionsOf control…

Tumbling around,Life’s lost appeal,What’s True, What’s real?Nobody knows,That’s how it goes,No answers everFoggy forever.

Where do’s and don’ts,Mingle with won’ts,And possibilities.Our inner world,That’s toppled, twirled,With inexorable,Inabilities.A strange World be,Personally,This inner, tragedy,Goes back and forth,Mysterious force,Without considering,What’s of ‘Me’?What makes it live?Willing to strive?Wanting serenity?The holding hands,The magic wands,That like white swans,Look for Eternity.It’s love we search,Fulfillment’s perch,Our wings to put to rest,In one embrace,That’s filled with grace,Our whole world…

The One that fills my every dream,And makes my life a joy, supreme.The whole wide world’s not big enough,To hold this Love, I love so much,It fills the Sea, the Heavens too,This miracle of loving You.

Of a thought.

To make the World, perfectHappy and Sweet,Black and White colors,An Adorable sight,Penguins and Pandas,An eyeful Delight!Adorable Always,A joy you can see,Wish I had Some,That belonged just to me!