What I Want To Be Poem by Rupradha Mookerjee

Make me the ripple overflowing your shore
Or the mild zephyr tapping your door.
Make me the guitar playing with your fingers,
Or the trance on your eyes that lingers.

I want to be the breeze that daily touches you,
Or the blue sky that silently watches you,
I long to be the sunshine knocking at your windows,
Or the dew drops on the grass stroking your toes.


Make me the star peeping at you whole night
Or the proud dazzling sun providing you light.
Make me the roses which you often smell,
Or the drizzle that drenches you without fail.

I crave to be the fire protecting you from cold,
Or the thoughts in your mind, unexpressed, untold.
I wish to be the smile elegant on your lips,
Or the beautiful dream arriving at your sleeps.