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.