Flower blooms in springs
Lord makes it bloom
He had to rhyme it to the tune of nature
Giving diction and cadence
Then the words will sing by it
Then you can call it a poem
like Shakespeare, like Kalidasa like Virgil like T.S.Elliot and Vyasa
all other poems are like concoction of words
very sour and painful?
Sorry I bored you?
It would be painful for me if I cannot write anymore poems
I hope it would bloom naturally
Well I would one day when the angels kiss on my lips
Kiss on my eyes slowly
Opening my eyes to an exotic dream
Smiling from the corner of her eye
When she appear before me with the fragrance of mystic aroma
Then she would intoxicate me with her soft touch
With the mystery of lips
And angel whispers
Oh yes sweet giggle from the heart
Smiles
Then I will listen to her soft breath
Turning in to a music
Her magic wand of passion enlighten
My every cell
Her lust for life delve deeper and deeper
Delivering a child from the womb of purity
So innocent
Untouched by stimuli
Baby of thick love smiles at you
Smiling showing its soft gum
Oh bliss envelop
A heavenly blitz
That?s lovely
The tune of angel