WORDS AND THEIR MIDAS TOUCH
When I read your words, rapt, for the first time, versatile,
You stood watching, expectant, perplexed at my smile,
There - -to fit in your world-just a niche, lingered a wish
To break the anguish, take your hand and plant a kiss.
Since then- - haven't I read many a mischief in your eye?
Pushing my worth, to be the envy of many an eye, thereby,
Not knowing if you could carry the flame for me, so strong so long,
Or if I could keep it sheltered ‘n' kindled, there where it did belong,
As our tendons, sinews creaked, by the hour, by the moment we rose,
Words- berry we fed on, on whose thorn end danced our heaven in repose,
Words that sit on ‘ur lips unsaid, words you wouldn't want to leave unsaid
Words their MY-DAS touch- between the line, make the heaven's descend
Taken by you—so I couldn't call you my sun, moon and star
But my celestial sky surpassing all that I know under it by far.
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