You asked me
To write a poem !
I left myself,
In search of some
lonely place,
To compose a
lovely poem.
I met with the
wind.
Aah, the lovely
fragrant touch,
mesmerized me.
I met with the
clouds,
The lovely dark,
blue and black paintings were
Playing in the
cosmos,
Amazed me.
I met with the
flower,
the beautiful,
fragrant, bushes of roses,
Of all the
colours,
Astonished me.
I sat in the park.
I hold my pen and
notebook,
I started
composing some lines.
I wrote and
erazed,
Again and again,
I wrote and
erazed.
The flowers were
there,
The clouds were
there,
The wind was
there.
But the beauty and
love was there,
But the
inspiration was missing.
I returned home.
Sat on the chair,
Thought about you.
You emerged like
an angel,
Like a gentle
light.
You hold my hand.
Every feeling had
been vanished.
Except you and
your thought.
It was you and I,
Both became the
universe.
Suddenly,
some lines
enriched with,
Beautiful thoughts
and words landed,
from the unknown
And a poem had
been composed !!
-vss.
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