What Is A Poetry

  The same day and same night
Same morning with same
old sun. Same sky with same moon
It is the same river flowing from the mountain.
The same birds are singing and
same crickets are dancing.
It is the same sea with same shore
groaning for unknown pains.

Its me, the same old poet
Begging from place to place
for a new poem.
without a meaning known to me.
I asked my dearest tree, what is this poet?
the tree refused me.
I went to the mountain to know
what is a poetry
The mountain refused me.
All the great thing God created
failed to answer me.

I met my invisible fiance
during that unknown night
She smiled on her suppressed lips
She embraced me and whispered
the meaning of poetry.

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