Meraki

I am no poet, nor do I know the rhyme of words
I believe
Poetry is around us
Poetry is when you see the Taj Mahal from the little window far
When you see the Yamuna river bed
See the beauty, pain and life from within
As deep from the inner sanctum of eyes and soul
Reflecting hope, fears and love
Expressed as smiles, hugs, tears, touch, anger
Feelings expressed in words
A ray from a person, nature, living or dead
A poem is born and so a poet