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.