From the outset

It may be known from the outset Whether it is artificial or preset Until it is given human touch It may have same fate as such Until you feel not safe and secured Until you don't feel pain endured Such things may emerge in mind We all writers must certainly probe deeply and find What we write for public consumption? It is not wholly bases on assumption It is linked to the ripples rising in soul It is not wild cry in night by owl Pure word jugglery may not help at all It is responded purely to inner call The thoughts in mind and try to reveal There is no use to force or to conceal Artificial flowers may not have fragrance They may look good but won’t appeal even at once Real flowers may be open with full boom Mind is well opened with enough of room I shall present the poetry with full touch It must contain human feelings and pain as such Not based on imaginary lines but on real facts Where people are committed to behave with acts I will neatly orange views in orderly ways My inner songs should be aligned with hope rays It must light other souls to synchronize with trend Then only it may look as if refined with amends