Tuesday, May 19, 2020

Poetry is

Poetry is neither comedy nor tragedy, 
But it can fill your tummy with thoughts. 
Poetry is neither cold nor hot, 
But it pave your way to the memory lane. 
Poetry is neither dead nor living, 
But it can paint your history with a quill.
Poetry is neither a bird nor an animal, 
But it can chase you when you read. 
Poetry is neither gold nor silver, 
But is more precious than your rubies. 

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