Poets , the spirit's peak.

Poets , the spirit's peak.

In love, the poet's heart does sing,
With words from depths, their feelings bring.
For in their breast, emotions sway,
Where pleasure mingles with dismay.

At first glance, love may seem so bright,
A fervent spark that ignites the night.
But poets find in longing’s grip,
A deeper tale from parted lips.

Reason's poets, minds so clear,
Craft with wit, their tales appear.
While heart's own voice in lines does speak,
The soul's own pain, the spirit's peak.

GR kaviyoor 
25 06 2024

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