Love makes us venerable,
Lust makes us vulnerable,
Greed makes the inner peace untenable,
Haughtiness makes everything arguable,
Overexcitement makes journey implausible,
For everyone, a world of one’s own is adorable.
Love is the rhyme and rhythm of life,
Love also makes us cry,
Sometimes emotion makes us strong!
The mind is full of thoughts,
Eyes are full of dreams.
We are lovers, we are dreamers,
I believe lovers are believers,
And because love everything is so lovely.
Poetry is a very simple task,
If you want to cultivate vegetables,
You have to tighten your wrists.
If you want to write poetry,
You have to be realistic.
Poetry is not word for word.
Life has its own rhythm,
Those who know this mysticism are poets.
You can’t be a poet,
poets are born to write poetry.