Everything has something to tell Even the blank paper reflects it's loneliness. The only thing you need to have is An open eye to see the closed world.
Can make you feel like heavens above, On a clear blue sky, a snow white dove, And when done right, to me my friend, Poetry looks like, words making love.
Poetry tastes like a mouthwatering plate of Biriyani when it's drenched with happiness, and it's like a cup of bitter cappuccino, when saddled with sadness!