springtime in poetry-land
the poetry-cart
enters the lazy township of words
on wheels of time
scattered, sleepy words
strangers to each other
poetry coaxes, cajoles
and befriends them
a touch of magic!
capricious words wake up
from dreams
turn decisive and traverse
the invisible walls of distance
to converge at a happy reunion
“allow us a voice” they say
and join the train of reflections
poetry pens new desires
and melodies of the soul
on a fresh page of thoughts
the township rejoices
in the spring-time harvest
of nascent poems
the poetry-cart becomes a caravan.
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