Words And Poetry Poem by Suvrajit Barua

Recently words are ruling me by its eyes
Looks at me terribly, but not saying anything;
I understand its pointing
It wants to say-
`What are you writing? '
I've wanted to love poetry,
To give youth by the drops of rain;
But it's never taken.

Last night words ruled Poetry
Poetry became very sad;
Words told poetry,
`I want eternal happiness.'
Said, `Make me fire,
Because fire can destroy
Fire can create.
And love burns up and floats,
There is no end to it
Everything is transit and proud.'

The poetry then ran to me
It cried and cried a lot
Then said, `O poet, burn;
Burn your word with space.
Love comes from Heaven
Because it isn't worthy of heaven.'