The Churning Poem by Ankur Beohar

Where from would you break me?
Would you chisel me with a pen
or garnish me with the sweetness of your love
and then bake me with your wisdom in good omen

Would you lift me with your grace,
and then allow my ego to tumble down
or repair my bones with your succour
and make me crawl into the meadows unbound.

Would you bequeath my heart with hope
and then leave me in the tunnels of eternity
Or give my lungs vital breath
And drown me in the ocean of serendipity.

Where from would you break me?
Would it be from the head to the toe
Or simply darken my spirit with deprecation
And then you'd make my beloved glow?