Poetry is like a lake,
Calm and tranquil in it's existence .
Poetry is like a river,
flowing towards it's ever-ending destination.
Poetry is like an ocean,
waves upon waves of feelings
overwhelming the poet.
Poetry smells like the flowers,
radiant in sunny meadows
at the onset of spring,
dewy with fresh emotions.
Poetry smells like wet soil
fragrant with the first rains.
Poetry looks like the maple leaves,
strewn across the path,
vibrant with colours of autumn,
making the walk through life even more worthwhile.
~ © Ruchi
-