Poetry comes when we get suffering,

Poetry comes at the time of Spring.

Poetry remains active when war begins,

Frustration helps to make poetry in the name of offering.

Poetry sees the light in the fray of love,

Poetry blooms by the sweet sound of Cuckoo or Dove.

Poetry strikes our heart when we get hurt,

Poetry doesn't come in emotion but inspire to make start.

Poetry comes into heart and mind spontaneously,

It's a form of free spirit and it comes ostentatiously.

It has a propensity to express emotion and feeling,

Poetry never stops for the cause of disrupting or threatening.

Poetry smiles like innocent brood,

Poetry doesn't cry in pensive mood.

Poetry gives enormous strength to the broken mind,

Poetry is a bromide in the ailment of any kind.

Poetry never surrender to unjust or injustice,

Poetry makes no division and speaks without prejudice.