Poetry

Writing is indeed a great art
To write, must help our heart
Sufficient is not mere brain
For good ideas, one must train

Very easy to fill all the pages
That skill, anyone manages
One's ideas must be of real use
For this, one must finely muse

Pen is there, paper is there
Poets are there to share
If our contribution is bad
Joy is not by God had

We must uplift this World
Make humans highly bold
We must force all to think
We mustn't aimlessly ink

When our name is read
Must be glad every head
Into our write, all must peep
Our words, they must keep

Many may call one a bore
If one timid man can score
After reading one's write
That alone is true delight

Thousand poets will overlook
My poem calling me a crook
If one reader gets courage
That is the best advantage

I may die unknown to all
If remembers me my pal
Recollecting our friendship
That is eqaul to worship

We must do a good deed
By helping those who need
If that becomes our goal
Then God loves our soul

Happy life, if we love to lead
Use kindness is what I plead
Kindness alone is holiness
It only can give happiness.

mvvenkataraman