Poetry is a perennial stream
a poet swims and swims
dives and drowns;
in sun , rains and nippy cold
in full glee like one nerd swimmer;
buffets the excited waves
and relishes the ongoing liaison
with the eternal virgin stream-----
drowned and again popped up
in the weird custom of love
every morning , noon and night
and mingles with the restless flow
into an intrinsic, loyal stream--------
