Once born
The poetic soul does write on
Poem after poem
Love as longing, passion the propeller
Love as longing, passion the propeller
And travels the philosopher
With the music of literature
With the music of literature
Second to none
As blithely instinct does run
As blithely instinct does run
Through
It does write...write and write...
In lovelocck, lovelost, or lovelorn...
In lovelocck, lovelost, or lovelorn...
It writes on...on and on...
The poet once born, once born, once born
The poet once born, once born, once born
And love has begun.
-- N P Samal
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