A Piece Of Poetry Poem by TADASHA TRIPATHY

A piece of poetry
Is not a group of words
Not even assembled letters
No, It's not a kind of carving
By a nobel pen
On running hands.
A piece of poetry
Is not a group of spots
On white paper
Neither a target
Not targeted job.
Non other than a poet
Can understand the piece
Looking like a worthless assembly,
Is the tears of brain and
Child of cozy heart,
The feelings, The thoughts
The touchyness of words
Non other than a poet
Can understand.