Haneef Celique in 14 minutes on poetry

Where power is bestowed on the fingers.
Where blood flow instead of ink.
When we see with the heart and not the eyes.
When we feel with the mind and not a single touch.
The feeling of sedentary in an unhealthy lethargy.
The feeling of hibiscus growing in different colours in the heart.
The merry of butterflies in the stomach.
This is poetry, where we write with the hearts in every condition.
This is poetry where we bring out the light in us and silver magic of our dexterity.

Haneef