Rhyme

In seriousness or by way of light remark
wisdom drips in every word you talk
we try to assimilate in bits and parts
and reflect it in our work and walk

Verse is no verse
but blank and bald
unless it rhymes
it becomes not a song

Poetry is the language of heart
that comes out a shower
what we take to heart
thirsty is a poet to sing a new song

Water of life one won't find
in brooks or mountain tops
some get its only by chance
and that too drop by drop

With a bowl in hand
and stillness of thoughts
we wander with eyes open
lest we miss by chance

That which comes fleetingly
and we stand transformed
life becomes a poetry
and every beat a song!