Oceans Your Saris Poem by Seshendra Sharma

You taught me the poem, the muse,
Your language jumps into the valley of my heart
Runs over my veins like a waterfall:
Your words are bees that buzz
Over the paper of flowers,
Your sentences are streams
that meander in the forestswithout a comma or a full stop -
leaves that autumn gathered year after year
are reams of paper on which you write
you give your heart for a mere drop of sweat
and
fill our hands with lots of grain,
you cover your body with oceans
and our nudity with civilizations
you swallow seeds and spit flowers
that is why
that rain drop in the cloud
frets for a place in your heart -