Poetry is the flower of life. It blooms to fill life with her fragrance of inner beauty.

Poetry has its own unique language which every mind translates differently according to their own personal view.

Poetry is an art of telling the poet’s own truth my bending and twisting it with his or her own emotional bulldozer.

A poet is an unpaid laborer of a mine where he digs into the mountain to find rough diamonds. He then polishes them with his imagination and emotion to share with everyone.

Home is— Where the heart wants to dwell, Where the mind wants to dance, Where the air is always pleasant, And where love is always abundant.

A knowledgeable person without a curious mind is like poetry without essence.