Each poem is written by glorious hands,
Sometimes poetry is not even planned.
Each and every word written with care,
It will never cause you any despair.
Poetry will never demand a command,
Poetry is never bland, always grand.
It will even become your chair,
All you have to do is treat it with care.
Poetry will even become another hand.
It will always be part of your band.
Poetry will even share its glare,
It will even make diamonds out of thin air.
Just treat poetry with care:
And it will share.
- Reet Sapra