You


If, you be an artist;
Your words then are
the unique tinge
dancing over the
whole canvas; in
the patterns of
Beauty….

A sculptor, at mind
If you be;
Your words then are
Finely carved intrications
On the stone
that itself has
Turned to Life…

Be you a gardener
your poems then are
the spring’s
Flowers;
Virgin and fresh;
Novel and bright,
rejuvenating the
Soul of muse…

If you be Hemlock;
My lips shall kiss
And tongue cherish;
Tears shall dance
And senses drowse…
Destined you are
To spread in me
Unabated;
My heart shall squeeze
(You)
In and Out
and
To and Fro
and
Much beyond.
You are to run
Parallel;
in my blood;
as the shimmer
Of my soul,
Leaving no aspect
Untouched of me….

~Mehak Dhaar


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