Clandestine Talk
Clandestine talk
A wave surreptitiously tells many a thing to a shore
The petals of a flower are kissed by the sun secretly
A gust of wind whispers to heat
Come with me I have many things to show
I think I should not be left far behind
And I am not a fool to say
This is my turn and I have to say something
Rather , I ran off from my turns though many things I had to say
Today has come that opportunity
Please, lend me your ear
I will tell you something very rare
And that too in a voice, sotto
As a candlestick tells fire
Or a piece of stone to another
Be a spark, I am here like water, very thirsty
Let my bud bloom
I will make you a nightingale
While I will burn, you will be a vapour bird
A wax cloud dripping down to rise to sing together
And bring pearls from the bottom of divine life , diving.
Copyright © Wahab Abdul | Year Posted 2016
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