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