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Oh !God, let my heart be crystal clear
Free it from any kind of fear
Let it fly like a dove
And have the mercy even the foes to love

Let my brain be a computer chip
my imagination to climb the highest cliff
let my mind have many a door
through which many creative ideas pour

Let my soul be as pure as butter
Even the lightest sin makes it flutter
Let me freed from the narrow domestic walls
And let me travel on broad humanitarian halls

I am worried about my non-conscious falls
Only you can save me from my pit falls
You are really my breath and soul
Without your blessings I can never be the whole
HELLO POETRY is the best poetic site in the world
It allows the poets to disseminate their magical word
Which flies like an ever flying and everlasting bird
Whose beautiful and delightful wings does it spread

Camille Frick is a linguistic wonder
Chris is a literary and poetical wonder
Yelena M is a musical rhythmic beauty
Reading which is my professional duty

Rue is somewhat naughty
But in her hearts of hearts she is a sweety
Neva Flores is a poetic muse
Whose poetry I involuntarily choose

I am happy to be a member of this prosody club
Our creativity revolves round this magnetic hub
We are indebted to this wonderful web
Writing poetry is a kind of hubbub
I am sorry not to include all the names of my fans on this site.I will surely write a poem on all of them soon.This poem is dedicated to all the well wishers of my poetry and me
The best ever poet
In this vast universe is
God the ALLMIGHTY
I am one of the best poets on the site
On any subject I can write.
I may lack Neva Flores poetic grace
Or Rue’s literary or linguistic ace

I may lack Denis Barter’s classical touch
I am as useful as telephone hutch
My poetry is as simple as a common man’s speech
It is within every reader’s easy reach

In the literary circle I have considerable space
In my friends’ heart some cordial place
I don’t know much about meter
But  I can write a poem on electrical heater

Some poets think My poetry sounds Victorian
I am undoubtedly not a sectarian
Some critics may feel my poetry is out dated
I think it might have been over rated

I am an instinctive and innovative poet
I am at the threshold of becoming great
If you think I am right bless me
If you think I am boasting curse me
This poem is just for fun.My opinion about fellow poets is true.It is not fun
Can a poet write a poem
For the sake writing a poem?
I think he will certainly can
But it becomes mere fun

A poet needs to be emotionally touched
His creativity is incredibly recharged
A beautiful poem is instantly released
And the reader is immeasurably pleased

Unless something touches his heart
There can be no creation of everlasting art
Spontaneous overflow of emotions is poet’s natural part
It makes his poems immensely smart

A poet can't always write at his best
He needs to pass the readers' test
If jaded, he needs considerable rest
His poem becomes  the seeting sun in the west
Good friendship is like noon sun
Looks smaller in the beginning
But grows bigger and bigger by evening

Bad friendship is like morning sun
Looks bigger in the beginning
But gets smaller and smaller by noon

It is better to have fewer friends
And to retain them for life
Than have many friends
And lose one by one soon

A friend doesn’t happen on a face book
He/she should grow in our heart
Like a plant in earth
Which grows bigger and bigger
And branch out for posterity and eternity
woman has a man
but not a man a woman
in life or language
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