The Unknown Poet

(By B. Bellete)

Smaller than the visible dot
An invisible, ineffable thought
Trapped in the poet’ s heart
Unwrapped itself in an instant;
All its fresh messages, content
Unleash, one at a time and ignite
What 's inscribed in the poet's heart.
The flow takes place its course
The brain disminates itself to the arms
From the arms disperse to fingers
Fingers will wire to the brain
Brain will be falling in drops, as rain
On a pice of rule paper.
(where ball point acts as a maker
For all has got to be there
Or else, will be lost forever.)
Then words start glow at once
With slow and nice harmonious dance
One word is bouncing the other
To make the picture more clearer.
Yes!
For that spellbound thought
Yes!
For that lovely loving spirit
Just live and die- the unknown poet.