Smell Of Poetry Poem by lalitha iyer

A virgin
for one
you can tell
when you meet first
an idea
if original
the first line
itself spells
that the verses
are not curses
like the fresh Spring
her flowers in strings
virgin beauty pops up
as words speak up
when you touch the middle
you feel the choice a riddle
but when you end
there is the find
the heart lies there
a tiny woven bundle
you begin
and you are doubtful
you dont know
how much you missed
when you just kissed
you first want to finish
the whole thing fast
then again you fish
for things you missed
again you recount
what was the first thing
where did the line bring
the act with the image link
how the theme suited
with the music setted
oozing with richness
the fertile sounds fence
words of life and hence
we sit brooding all day
the marvel blend of ways
every part of it
as you begin instead
sounds as a separate kit
spelling the sweet mint
her fragrance
fresh from the garden of Eden
her skin aching to taste
the magic of the mission
every word a world of suction
we touch the book
the page, the strip
and lost are we adrift
hugging close
losing self in loose
moods of ageless forms
dance within the arms
urging to read more
to learn the untold lore
to discover
where the poet uncovered not
to peep into his unseens
shared verses
and sentenced muses
kindle the urge to seek
more treasures in his reek.