How are poems written?
Are they musical and rhythmic?
Sweet an simple
And easy to follow?
How are poems written now?
Are they symbolic and abstract?
Vague and puzling
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 on 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
Embossed with love
And sincerety.
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