THE POETIC POWER
- Shashank, 28th September, 2007
This is a lyric
Not long ago thought
But something cynic
And yet so wrought...
Strange, isn’t it?
Power words do cast...
More than a conduit
Meandering rough and vast
Draining your emotions
Or playing with the mind
Sometimes, serving as potions
Or others, soothing and kind
And when it gets serious?
It’s grave indeed
To listen out curious
The voice of tears beneath
Nothing else surpasses
The voice of the heart
Or the melody of the grasses
In winds, making ‘em dart...
This is a lyric
Now very well thought
Perhaps a little cynic
But yet, so wrought...
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