Your love for me,
still an upcoming poet
well over seven decades old

‘‘Sends electric currents up my spine
I shiver
but not shudder''

Poetry, beauty, emotion,
archaicism
and
God, divinity
will be reconsidered
if the poetry is
not transformed

back into hibernation
into its nascent cell

As all oysters
can't produce pearls,
few alone
produce
invaluable gems.

You all read
and
help me grow
as a poet of credence
(No ass licking here)
no comparison
we all are poets

unique

some sweep
others make readers weep
and
they alone are true poets

all poetry is splendour
if communication is tender

We all stand by the ocean of Time
which we call life
in moderna vocabulary
mark this poetry
only if you wish
and
kindness you all must dish
we all are learning how to fish!