Organising words in the paper,
Does not make a true versifier,
A poet needs to undergo pain,
As the gold stands the flame time and again.
The poet’s agony shall act,
As a nectar in fact,
Letting him write from the heart,
Instead of the brain and paving way to art.
His emotion will certainly drive,
Him in producing gems that will strive,
To enlighten myriad others,
Turning them into earthly stars.
The poet’s pain will clean,
Him from within,
Like the flood-water,
His thoughts will flow the world over.
As did happen,
To Emily Dickinson,
And many more,
Pain is a blessing for sure!