Dreams Unseen Poem by Kesav Venkat Easwaran

She asked him clipping a nip
into her voice
'Why can't you write about my dreams? '

With a smile dripping out of his lips
he answered in high esteem
'How would I know them
your dreams, your fillips? '

'You try to get into their stream! '

The chair pushed back she rose and left

The coffee mug abandoned
on the other side of the table
hot and fuming still
begging a soft kiss
remained bewildered

His umpteen poems, all of a sudden
came down and rebuked
'Voracious Bard!
You always sing to your glory! '

Glory? Alas! He hasn't yet seen any...