A HAVEN OF POLLEN

Poetry is a being with a soul ;
Breathing with reason, rhythm and rhyme
Yet, without a nose
Ruling with sanity unlike humanity's cruelty as a king
Many a soul Wallowing in his reign
Know not hate nor distaste ;
Neither gore nor sorrow
T's a world as the unseen heaven
T's a haven of pollen
To pollinate readers as sojourners
T's humanity in hype :
An elixir of life
In humanity's dawning doom
T's a harbinger of joy
With rhythmic ecstasy of the after toil
Poetry is life