Aristocratic poem

 

When I feel majestic and king like

When the flow is spontaneous

When the rhyme and rhythm is melodious

When the words march in royal avenues

There comes the aristocratic poem!

In the poem there is nobility yet humility

There is aplomb yet simplicity

There love blossoms in sublime sanctity

There nature beckons in pristine purity

There science ushers into a thrilling journey

It’s born when there is a feel composing one

Of the best poems ever if not the very best

It’s born when it raises above selfish considerations

Of not just love, romance and what not to lend voice

For the betterment of the world, poor and downtrodden

A real aristocratic poem is not the one royal in birth

In standing yet the one is noble when kind,

considerate, philanthropic  that makes

Not just the rich but the poor also to like it, above all

it ascends and sits on golden throne majestically!

-Mohan Sanjeevan