They call it poetry
By Sikiladi
On the plain canvas of the mind
Thoughts and feelings get unwind
Twisting, twirling sentiments find way
With puns and similes churning in sway
And they call it poetry in word play
Flowery fragments of the mind
Yearning for a rhythmic respite
Sentiments and secrets spoken out
Hidden heart sheaths shelled out
And they call it poetry spoken aloud
Unspoken though, un worded not
Some praises, admirations of one’s lot
Find solace in tones of rhyme & chime
Pain and pleasure with words intertwine
And they call it poetry thine & mine
Festivals and carnivals on mind’s frame
In verses and lyrics find some game
Bringing out the joys and celebrations
And the thoughtfully penned adulations
And they call it poetry of ululations
Heroic deeds sung and oft felicitated
Inspirations and craft visions extended
Bereavement beckoned with tributes
Descriptive songs of grief and attributes
And they call it odes & poetry in beatitudes
Sikiladi 
Call it Poetry
Words have power as you mention
Their ripples in many a dimension
Release Pent up grief, and tension
The canvas of the mind
Relief and freedom find
Hearts emotions unwind
Unspoken celebration find space
Special events are given grace
Power of words as they lace
So write, read and share
Alone, in a group or pair
Words love it, so share
Words have gossamer wings
So read and dance and sing
To you and yours joy it brings
Nature, nurture are in harmony
When words unite in harmony
Together melodious symphony
Shariffa Keshavjee
March 23
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Thank you for once again adding your poetic input Shariffa ji.
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