Why A Poet #2

She couldn’t rhyme

To save her life

But one day

Became a poet

They say

She fell in love

And poetry flowed

For it knows no rhyme

Nor reason

Nor is it confined

To one particular season

It’s made of passion

Strong enough

To bubble and to rise

It’s a cauldron

Bound to overflow

For nothing less would suffice.

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21 thoughts on “Why A Poet #2

  1. Reblogged this on Srijan. and commented:

    Um so this is Varnika. She writes well! I like her work, and so will you! And I am sure, she’s a sweet person inside out, so you can read her stuff!

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