On Poetry Day Poem by Mohammad Muzzammil

The words awake, they stretch and play,
A dance of ink for Poetry Day,
Through rhythm's pulse and rhyme's embrace,
They weave a world, a timeless space.

The air hums soft with whispered lines,
Verses bloom like twisting vines,
A thought, a sigh, a fleeting gleam,
Caught in stanzas, a waking dream.

From the world's chatter to quiet muse,
The poet's heart has much to choose,
So here's to words that twist and sway,
A toast to art this Poetry Day.