It is not a poem,
If it isn't born in the heart,
And flows down like a river,
To bless everyone on the way.
It's hardly worth the name,
If it fails to go deep down,
Into the heart of the reader,
Touching its softest spot.
It's not a living poem,
Unless it does breathe out,
Noble emotions like love,
Empathy and compassion,
It's not worth relishing,
If loaded with heavy words,
Does need to be explained,
Before making its way to your heart.
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