Your passion, not that I don’t like it;
But at times, turn out to be out of wit
Your tickle, caress and cuddle, I do admit
Honestly, I esteem and enjoy true to heart
It is my innate enthusiasm towards you
That kept my spirits up that much more
It‘s the biological tie between I and you
That made us inseparable ‘n indivisible too
You and I are ever being one, never be two
You are a part of me and I am part of you, too
Yet, let me tell you, in undiminished woo
Honey, you befall annoying, seldom though
When you keep nudging me over trivial subjects
I have pondered, in vain to oblige, nonetheless
Many a nights you kept me rolling, being obsessed
Robbing of my much needed good night’s sleep
Days and days I have wasted, sorry to say so
Tried obliging your excitement, in hard peddled go
True, many a times, we accomplished; never say no
For which I am truly grateful, which you know
You are a thirst, burning desire, and rambling greed
A zest, a taste, delight and gusto, never feel freed
More I engage, more I crave it, as is with creed
My poetic hunger, I love you honey, you’re my heed
Slow rhyming. well, the poem is extraordinary in deed.. Written in a powerful picturesque language.!
Thank you ET for your hearty comment.
Being a poet is very interesting............. just as being an engineer; you are always trying to be creative and constantly in a contestant race with yourself. This is good rhyming and messaging! tfs! ! !
Thank you Akanji for your observations and comment.
When you keep nudging me over trivial subjects I have pondered, in vain to oblige, nonetheless Many a nights you kept me rolling, being obsessed Robbing of my much needed good night’s sleep As someone has said, it's an itch that's hard to scratch. Yes, poetry is real. Enjoyed this piece very much. Thanks.m
Thank you Salley, for your laudable comment.
When we are filled with poetic passion, many a time we are pushed into a restless state! On certain nights, poetic thoughts come crowding and we are unable to put them in the right order or in flowing rhythm. Then we grow restless and sleep deserts us! Poetry sometimes leaves us as an unsatisfied lover, though there is an inseparable bond between a poet and his art! A great write!
Valsa, It's a great thing to have a comment from you, 'cos, even from that I learn something. Thank you so much!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
Poetic desire is very passionate but true. This enhances beauty of creativity. Your poetic hunger is wise and you love this as honey. Poetry's tickle, caress and cuddle, we do admit. Amazing perceptional poem is shared is wisely penned.10
Thanks very much Kumar for the unequivocal comment of yours.