I am poetry, the unstoppable expression
Capriciously I flow, with my vivid emotions.
Indoctrinated, but always limitless
Though carved out of time yet timeless!
With set limits of rhythm, rhymes and syllable count
My words are clustered around an ornate wall mount.
My sagacity is seized in line lengths
Cocooned in a nutshell, I am subdued strength.
I want to be poetry, cherished, but not trashed
Flawless and flowing, but with you I never clashed.
Poised, beautiful, yes! I am enigma!
But ah! Crucified and rendered varied stigma.
I am poetry, a few words which speak abundance,
I can endure all, but negligence.
A haiku, a tanka, I am a little couplet,
Derived ages back, from a Shakespearean sonnet.
Without muddling through the banks, I flow like a river,
Grounded and decorous, not grantee but a giver!
Let me be poetry, let me flow within my limits,
Let the stream be unrestrained, set free my poetic spirits!
Chiseled from the palette, I’m not mere tapestry
A canvas art, a woman, I am poetry!