Bharathiyar:
O Shelly, how do you find solace
In this world so fraught with turmoil and strife?
What makes your heart beat with passion and fervor
In the midst of chaos and despair?
Shelly:
My dear Bharathiyar, I find my peace In the beauty of nature
and the written word. The winds that blow,
the waves that crash And the poetry that flows from my pen
These things give me strength to carry on
Bharathiyar:
Ah, the power of words, so often underestimated
They can inspire and uplift, or bring us to our knees
But when wielded with care and skill,
they can be a force for good A beacon of hope
in a world that is often dark and bleak
Shelly:
Indeed, Bharathiyar, words have the power
To move mountains and stir the soul
To make us laugh, to make us cry
To remind us of our humanity, and our place in the world
Bharathiyar:
And so, my dear Shelly,
let us continue to write
To use our words to bring light and truth
To make the world a better place, one poem at a time.
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