Passion For Poetry-N
A poem sleeps in my body
In an upright state,
And you come into me.
In the broadway of my heart
I think about you in the heavy traffic
I lay bare my desire.
I search your body
A vowel, a consonant, a simile.
To find a single- syllable-title.
I breathe only in your mouth
With the words I have in my mind
To compose a poem.
I whisper into your ears
To hear the echoes of the words
To feel the sound effect.
With overflowing ideas in my head
I touch your curved lips
To get my poem mould.
Deep in the vault of your mouth
I feel my poem & hear it
In the firmament of my heaven.
Copyright © Dr.Ram Mehta | Year Posted 2010
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