Advance thanks sir. I look forward to reading your book of poetry. I, without a doubt, am going to enjoy it. For,
A poem is born when head serves heart...
When skill with words bows to the ability to feel..
Like a midwife, to a mother to be...
(Merely assisting when the other is bringing a piece of her self in to the world...)
The day belongs to the one bearing the labour pangs (feelings), not to the one who relieves them (words)...
And, like all babies are beautiful, all poems are classic...
And like babies, poems elevate the writer and the reader, to best version of themselves...
There is nothing else that separates humans from animal but ability to appreciate a poem...
And poet is still one notch higher- a being between god and man..
Who, like god sees what no one else does.....
(Who sees a flower bloom and weeps is a poet...how fleeting is glory and how near is the end...
Who sees an infant die and laughs is a poet...all see end, not a new beginning..
Who hears a stone moan and kisses it is a poet...what beats in others is your own heart...
Who cuddles a thundering ocean like a lover is a poet... heart doesn’t suffer from fears of eyes)
Please accept a ting of my envy as a token of my appreciation on your elevation to poethood...this is one limbo reserved as a reward for only best among the men..a purgatory for truly blessed...
Send your bundle of joy to me...
I will keep it to my heart like my own...
-Pulastya
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