Saturday, April 25, 2026

 MY RHYME

A Poet’s Manifesto

My rhyme,
My words—
Not for the weight of gold,
Not for a story to be told.
Not for the hollow sound of fame,
Not for the applause of a passing name.

You ask, "Then how are you?"
I am the guardian of the truth.
Just take care of these, my seeds—
Born of thoughts and noble deeds.

Words of wisdom, sharp and clear,
Words of humor to banish fear.
Words of guidance, a steady light,
Words of kindness in the night.
Words of love, a healing balm,
Words of humanity, a prayerful calm.

Steering the soul toward eternity,
A vessel of truth and sincerity.
A rhyme for the spirit,
A rhyme for the sublime—
This is my legacy.
For a lifetime.



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