You made it a routine every day,
To visit my cabin where I sat,
Or with a smiling face you passed by,
Sometimes stepping inside to gently sit.
Those days, I was like barren land,
All flowers and fragrance of
Creative thought had withered,
Living with a heart half-full.
My habits were like those of other creatures
Around me, leading a dull life,
But the light in your eyes
Revived my heart and filled my thoughts.
My soul saw me once again,
From the depths of my inner core,
I began to grow and bloom fully,
Emotions pouring from my core.
They took the shape of poems,
Through your benediction,
You made me a poet, fulfilling my dreams,
Now many read my creations.
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Author:
Devender Kumar (
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Comments3
What a beautiful message of gratitude! What a mystery, who that wonderful being could be. I enjoyed it very much; it's very motivating. Thank you for sharing it. Greetings.
Full of vivid imagery this poem speaks gratitude for helping transform the author into who they are. Nicely written.
Beautiful
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