How are poems written?
They are musical and rhythmic,
Sweet and simple
And easy to follow?
How are poems written now?
Are they symbolic and abstract,
Vague and puzzling
In modern times?
Pondering over
To decipher
Those scattered lines
That lay in bonds,
As a spongy fruit
Within the hard shell.
Tender is your heart
Where the beauty lies
Not in your smiling face
Nor the disdainful one,
But from your innocent blush
That holds the key
To the secret
That lie hidden
In your chastity
Embedded with love
And sincerety.
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