What does poetry mean to me?

Poetry is a bundle of joy,

I enjoy it just as how a child, its toy.

If the poet is in glee,

I see the cheer in me.

But poetry gives me a flu,

If the poet sounded blue.

Poetry is like the beautiful flowers

I see their spontaneous colours.

Poetry is like a gentle breeze

At times, it gives me a brain-freeze.

Poetry is the dew drops on green grass

Or the marvellous mermaid statue in brass.

Until the moment of my death,

Come what may, Poetry is my breath!!