What’s Poetry To Me?


What’s poetry to me
Within myself I need to see
It’s a flow of words
Like the tweet of birds

It’s a way to express
Something you don’t want to suppress
It’s a personal affair
Revealed to the world in bare

It’s a way to talk
Like a lion’s majestic walk
Not just talk but more
Having an impact like its roar

It’s not mere lines
But the words and it’s science
It can be a rhyme
Written in your own sweet time

It can be a never ending art
Until the best stops in the heart
The lub-dub of it is a rhyme
And so are these lines of mine

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Anil Kulkarni

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I am Software Tester by profession, currently working in the USA. I test software, write poems, love to cook and a movie buff. I breathe Kannada, but gel with anyone and everyone.
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