The Beauty of a Poem

The Beauty of a Poem is 

No one has to know what it means

The reader does not has to know what it means

The writer does not has to know what it means

 

The Beauty of a Poem is

It is just a bunch of tangled words derived from the deepest

Yet clueless

Part of one’s heart

 

 

If you try to know what it means

What is the beauty left there in it?

 

 

 

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