Isn’t Poetry a lifeboat?
Extracting every remnant pain that lingers,
In ways gentle it transforms your winters into warm summers,
And infuses life with carnation colours.

Isn’t Poetry a lifeboat?
It portrays feelings that lips fail to utter,
Opens gilded paths to escape when life seems lacklustre,
Mends bridges in ways for those who choose to be peace seekers.

Isn’t Poetry a lifeboat?
It’s an art that sways, it’s not merely ink on paper,
Purges stinging memories that make you quiver,
And stays beside you always like your lifelong lover.

Isn’t Poetry a lifeboat?
Through the tides of life it helps you sail through,
When doors seem shut, hand holds you to beginnings new,
Helps you journey across the vast ocean blue.

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