Living Words Poem by Ramakrushna Sahu

I pour blood into my words
I energise them
With the beating of heart
I fill the gaps in between them
with my love,
You may call it a poem
or by any name
But they are the breathing
of my inner silence

I am neither a goldsmith
Nor a carpenter
Words are like flowers
Sprouting with the fragrance
of my feelings
Words are the path of my living

Neither I have an ambition
Nor a destination of my journey
Words are just whistling a song
of my silence yet unborn
To keep me awake,
Words are my tears of joy
To reflect love for all.