Like the Wordsworth’s “golden daffodils”

I like “fluttering & dancing in the breeze”

Coleridge’s “caverns measureless to man”

is where exists, god of fields or Pan

Tired of “ceaseless turmoil” of the life

Now the poet, I’m gayest in my heart

Where is the Coleridge’s “garden bright”?

full of “sinuous rills”, desire I might

Alas in modern life few Romantic poets

can write romance or the similar poems

We’re full of philosophy, math or physics

Always confined to intellectual limits

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Foroz, M. (2017). Inside Out: A Collection of English Poems. Olympia Publishers: London.