THE UNSOLVED RIDLE

 

THE UNSOLVED RIDDLE

 

What indeed is a poem?

Why does one write it? 

What does it exactly convey?

And why does everyone ardour it?

Well, to me,

Poem is an unsolved puzzle

Which is left up to the reader to jiggle

And decipher the hidden code, then giggle.

I write for love,

I write for me,

I write like the birds set free.

Writing poems lightens our heart

Which is an extraordinary art.

 It is abstract as it gets better,

  It is a cure therapy without anything better.

Listen to the words from your soul,

And glisten as you sketch it in whole.

Each word specifically chosen

Would have a million distinct conflicting synonyms to explore.

 

Every reader will have

A question like -

Does this word fit in to a

Larger or better hidden metaphor?

This chaos makes each and every phrase ecstatic…..

B. Nikitha