I am not a poet yet....
Nor I am inborn poet.
Nor with any special talent driving me to be a poet.
Just picked few words of dew drops
Each dews looked like a glittering pearl.
Guided the dew drops to flow freely through a channel painted in canvas.
Finally, went on binding pearls into a thread of passion.
Enchanting fragrance of jasmine gave a glow of touch to the poetic garland.
Each petals of rose added a beauty to its looks.
Poetic ice cream with cherry toppling just ready to be served.
Savoured by your lovely comments.
Saturday, March 1, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: poets