Singing Stone gather a Mass

a poem by Purushothama Rao R

I eagerly wait for your nod
Whenever my thoughts clash at a cross road
You just smile at me waving silent tunes
Unable to decipher the content I get sounding swoons

Always I keep myself away from the dust rocketing hopes
And simply wait for your signals to proceed further even on the slopes
You loudly laugh at me but really with a caring stance
Then nowhere can I juxtapose and swing to decide my chance

People say women are half the body of men
Whom they have tied up with marital [st]rings
On earth till we breath our last Amen!
What the unity of our minds and souls bring in chorus let us sing

Then we can glance a HEAVEN on earth
Which now a days in the whole world is really in dearth