Not all have the talent to write, to put their dreams into flight.
Writings, for itself choose some lucky ones. The present the god has gifted them is to create their own concepts.
From birth to their cremation, they lived in the world of imaginations.
They are quite different with their own scent.
They are like the magicians who mesmerize others with their chants.
Truly said, where the rays of light are not reached, there the perceptions of poets are in screen.
Many of them create their own theories which for others act as stories.
But they are happy with their world which for others may appear virtual.
A poet’s heart is full of visions, that’s why they create their own versions.
Whatever comes to their mind they display it with the best method they can find. That’s why their heart is giant which can even have feelings for an ant.
Surely others get peace after reading their piece.
But they get cherry when others are merry. Isn’t it show their hearts are roomy which when needed provides jolly?
©indubutola
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