Poetry is good for soul
But sometimes it’s hard to control
If you break a poet’s heart
He will express you with his art
He will describe you in words
Words that would seem like bleeding birds
Flying from his soul
And landing on his writing pad
He writes his soul into a book
But people refuse to turn and look
He turned his faith into a rhyme
And still people could spare no time
Heartbroken poet sits and dreams
Quietly and calmly he probes his themes

                                                                     ~Manal Pathania

                                                                     Pathankot, India