A Good Poem is a Chum

When superb poems are read,

Toward bliss, we are all led,

When happy is our head,

Hope and joy then flood,

When sorrows fall dead,

Cooled is our blood,

We then march ahead,

If we pray on the bed,

With hymns being said,

Peace comes to wed,

Good dreams are fed,

Let us thank for the bread,

Blood is for all of us red,

Needn't be proved by lead!

M V Venkataraman