Some creations are done for no reason
Not for a particular fashion or season
They sprang out in a true emotion
To make the same a real passion
As a writer, I shed a tear for unknown spam
And as an individual, I have little fear in shame
For the few of hazards around
All I said and begot is fake profound
But to my true self and heart
I will cherish my finest art
I endeared as a professional part
Perfected with the radiances apart
Far did I flew with my thoughts galore
Wide did I travel with horizons to adore
Deep did I go with my spirits to sore
Poetry to me will never die as I adore…
Umasree Raghunath
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-expressions/
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