Poetry is the only breath of my

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Poetry Is The Only Breath Of My Life In The World
I Feel Not Free Due To The Constraint Of Time
Time, The Primordial Fossil Still Controls All
But To Overcome This Precious Thief Is A Great Challenge!
Everything Tried To Fail Me But Not My Poetry,
Which All The Tricks Of Time Can’t Stop Altogether;
My Sustained Efforts Now And Then Never Got Blocked,
But The Outlet For My Output Ever Remained Closed.
That Is The Great Challenge Of My Life;
But The Free Flow Of My Poetry Never Ceased To Be Impotent.
Are They A Mere Growth Of Weeds On Acres Of Papers?
No, Some Soul Would Know The Value Of This Pearl One Day.
Poets Write For Recognition But Not For Rejection;
They Pour Out Their Heart In The Poems Pure
For The Men Of The World To Appreciate One Day
The Man, The Heart And The Human Sense In The Words Rare.
Is Poem Like Any Other Product Produced For Profit?
Poems Are The Myriad Expressions Of The Human Mind.
That Explores The Unknown Through The Known Words
Transcending Human Limitations To The Limit Of The Universe!
My Curiosity Led Me To Undertake This Venture
The Discoveries I Express Nobody Seems To Care
This Is The Greatest All Time Challenge Of My Life,
Which I Would Love To Face Sincerely And Really!