Write true words, a gentle rain,
For those who feel a hidden pain.
Let poems bloom within the soul,
And make the troubled spirit whole.
A coolness soft, a gentle breeze,
To calm the mind and bring it ease.
Walk onward, down a path so long,
Find beauty in a quiet song.
Let worldly goals fade from your sight,
Embrace the truth, a guiding light.
Make poetry a sacred art,
A whisper from the beating heart.
Speak out for justice, clear and strong,
Where wrongs have lived for far too long.
Share wisdom that the Gurus knew,
The ancient truth, forever true.
I sought a teacher, wise and kind,
And in the poem, peace I find.
My book of life, in verses told,
A story new, yet ages old.
Avoid the anger, sharp and bright,
Seek softer words, a gentle light.
Tell me, poem, of mother’s grace,
The loving smile upon her face.
Sweet nectar flows, a gentle tide,
Within the heart, where dreams reside.
The tightened grip begins to ease,
A sense of calm, a gentle peace.
