By what name shall I call you?
Free verse or rhyming poem?
Oh dear, you are not a poem!
You are a reason for drafting a poem.
A soul of indescribable nature.
Still.. I try to satiate my inner cry.
Oh soul! The soul of your soulless soldier,
Is a guard to you and your imagination.
Words jump up to be in queue,
To glorify the wonder of the beautiful.
Created by the creator in leisure,
To grace my giftless being.
For adoration of my theme less self,
To balance my value among human beings.
But Alas! Selfish hate mongers of worldly game,
Want to hold forcefully my theme.
To deprive the body of it’s soul,
What should be done to them?
Am I criminal to demand my gift?
Let them do their cruelty in jest,
We will put everything in the creators cradle.
To let the world know we are best,
Made for each other by divine order.
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