Poetry

It doesn’t take reprise,
To write a poem,
Just a few drops of rhythm,
And words that will suffice.

Poetry is religion,
Where there’s poetry,there’s divinity,
A poet’s God is reflected in verses,
God’s poetry,in Nature’s infinity .

Verses sneak in ,unannounced,
From light and dark perforated ,
It digs root in the soul,
That ,the heart had started.

When the world looks on blankly,
Blind to atrocities and deaf to screams,
Poets compose colours,
Sketch hopes and dreams

I pore over words poetic,
Where they come from I wonder.
Are they in the script,
Or,are they the souvenirs of a dream peddler?
                     Chandni