Here, soul is pure as face of mirror
To reflect hearts’ revealing by deeds
To pour night in Laila’s hair
To make moon gleam in Maya’s face
To disperse perfume everywhere
So, hopes be gifts
Here’s poetry, poetry is a lovely whisper
Here’s poetry, poetry is best present
Hello all lovers, we
Hasten to all best welcomes
To live with poetry as new age
In pure features, sweet tempers
Poetry is nothing but liberty
By poetry, our earth is without angles.