Plucking out a fresh idea,
From the garden of sheer mania,
Cutting the syllables,
Refining the distillables,
Mixing with some thoughts,
Putting into hot boiling pots,
Of the mental furnace,
A few strands of wordplays,
Some seasoning droplets of passion,
A stir along the mixture of fusion,
Turns out the dish called “Poetry”,
Healthy for the ever growing psychical tree,
And tasty for the ocular congregation.
Just wow💕