I WRITE, THEY SPARKLE

(An ode to my poetry)

When I write, my hands echo with words, 

The eloquent verses flow through veins, 

With imageries, adorning the framed poetry; 

And similes dancing upon the versatile stage! 

Words delineate the plight of my life, 

They loudly elaborate my pitiable grief! 

Personification makes flowers mourn of strife, 

My haikus, depict the monotony of my unrhymed life! 

Shuttle of metaphors draw implicit comparisons, 

With Onomatopoeia showcasing my rhythmic passions! 

Epithets transfer my untold groans into compassion, 

Oh, the emotional refrains never refrain my life lessons! 

When I write my stress leaks out of CSF, 

With happiness enabling my mood to rejoice! 

I play with the words as my for'ver mates, 

The Cinquains are my emancipation to heaven's gate! 

Sonnets delineate the merge rhythm of my life, 

They do elaborate the hatred I face with strife... 

When I write, the words jostle amongst themselves, 

Impalpable they rise-Showcasing my artistry! 

"The words are my window to enjoy leisure, 

Poetry is my train ride in the lap of literature...." 

-Sanat Kumar Mishra