The Poet never knew a poet lay in him

The Poet never knew a poet lay in him

Till she came and woke up the sleeping giant

Fuelling the emotions

Firing up the imagination

Letting the poet emerge from the blue

Words began to flow singing her praise

Her beauty, her sweetness, her love,

Pouring out the heart into lines of poetry

She cherished , held them dear to her heart

World cherished them singing his praise

She is the poet and poem’s delight

The poems themselves are the world’s delight

Words rhyme and rhythm in as they flight

Please, excite , thrill , reverberate

As the words arrange themselves into lines

The poet is great the poems he writes are just great

She is great as she brought the greatness out

The poet owes to her for waking him up

Letting him stroll on the streets of poetry

Long live she, long live the poet, long live the poems!

-Mohan Sanjeevan