Mysterious growth in my lines
Deep words drafting over and over
Had an impression of poetry
Have a will to do it.
Chapters carve a chapter
By order replacing new
My thoughts over love
Most profound pages
Imprinted voyages and wave
Build my poetry of mystery.
I never knew that I will
Become one day
A poet of love in love
A poet of society for society.
Still am not a recognized one
Not as my best Eliot
But have faith in almighty
That, a day will come when
I and my mysterious lines
Will strike the heart of one and all.
abhimanyu kumar.s
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-mystery-18/
