No Expressions Poem by Umasree Raghunath

Some creations are done for no reason
Not for a particular fashion or season
They sprang out in a true emotion
To make the same a real passion
As a writer, I shed a tear for unknown spam
And as an individual, I have little fear in shame
For the few of hazards around
All I said and begot is fake profound
But to my true self and heart
I will cherish my finest art
I endeared as a professional part
Perfected with the radiances apart
Far did I flew with my thoughts galore
Wide did I travel with horizons to adore
Deep did I go with my spirits to sore
Poetry to me will never die as I adore…