Meraki

Poetry of Love That Remained

I am no poet, nor do I know the rhyme of words I believe Poetry is around us Poetry is when you see the Taj Mahal from the little window far When you see the Yamuna river bed See the beauty, pain and life from within As deep from the inner sanctum of eyes and soul Reflecting hope, fears and love Expressed as smiles, hugs, tears, touch, anger Feelings expressed in words A ray from a person, nature, living or dead A poem is born and so a poet