Hardik Vaidya

Rookie - 314 Points (26 Dec 1969, I won't be dead till you know I am alive. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)

Itune. - Poem by Hardik Vaidya

Itune to my tune
My tune gave into your tune
In full bloom of your soulful symphony
The Cuckoo coos your drunken youths tune,
Itune melts, fades, rests.
My tune nests on the canopy of your tune.
Your tune envelopes the Amazon of my being.
Your tune hunts like the Puma for my dark nights healing.
I am now a leaf on the bosom of your tuned symphony.
I shake as your soul breezes through my thoughts of Mahogany.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, February 4, 2013

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