Tuesday, 3 July 2018

You are my poem

You are my poem
When you flows swiftly from my veins
To the plain canvas,
You become my poem.
When my ink blushes with your thoughts
and  the color of ink changes to rose
You  come as my poem.
When  I search alphabets to express me
Spontaneously   some letters dipped  in red  strikes me
You flow  in my poem.
When I hear the roar of countless waves
Swing of mood hits the cage
You smile in my poem.
When  my mirror want me to glow
I dream of you as my goal
You  run in my poem.
When I  compete myself with the cuckoo,
And fit  the melody  consequently
You sing in my poem.

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