I Am The Idea Poem by Deepak Manchanda of Delhi

Born in the womb of your creativity
I am the Line
Lovingly caressed by your hands
Slim; smooth; shapely.
To be admired. To be held.

I am.
Shaped with Steel.
Crafted by Fire.
Sped by Endeavour.
As I appear amidst you.

I am the Word.
Carried; Around the World.
As I overflow with the sweetness of my contents.
I am Loved.
As my mouth touches your lips.
And then dumped.
To be reborn.
And Reborn.
To appear yet again.
Again; again; again.

Long after you will be ashes.
And vanish.
You - a mere Mortal.
Forever am I - the Bottle.