And, How Can I Not Love You Poem by Subhash Misra

Sometimes I feel that in darkness
You do not grope for light but for words
My words that twinkle with your touch
So much that they become smiles in my nights

Sometimes I see you silent
As if you seek the sound of my words
My words that resonate meanings
As they touch your ears

Sometimes I find you holding your breath
As if you wait for special scents
My words smell of life
As you slowly inhale their rawness

My words have your name arranged
Differently as flowers and butterflies
As a river gliding gently, breeze from the heavens
My words are nothing but my wishes fulfilled in you