II MY POETRY II By Satya pattnaik

You told, Is it poetry?!
I did not surprise
Remained unshaken and steadfast
To your moonless gesture
I know you are a voiceless master

For my pleasure I write
Being hurt in ecstasy I write
Poetry of mine is not a treat
It's a pain inside
Not sour but sweet
Gently wash my feelings
Enters the heart according
Kindle thoughts of many colours
Purple scarlet yellow and green
Kills loneliness brings
The stars in darkness

It does not die
In the abundance of words
It often bleeds but not scared
Sometimes it only paused and stared
You may hate but it has the will to live
Without any care

It is a loving net
Emotions anguish sorrow
Happiness mirth hunger death
Wild and beauty all it traps
It speaks to the tears
In silence and holds tight with love
To blot out all the sufferings like a mother
Pains defeat and rock melts

For you it is only a word
A free gift card
Joke of the daytime pass play
An ice cream cup rosy cheeks puff
A laughing stuff undesired pox

But to me it is the dust
Of my mother's feet
My inner voice rustles through it
Heavenly fragrance passion and music
All woven in it
Do not bother, with the beauty of worlds
And words only I will dance with all delight
Uplifting all my thoughts and feelings like a kite
May I be wrong    or   right?
Please do not rob my words and worlds
Leave me alone
And you be happy and shine
Do not share the poetry of mine.
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