You're The Poet, I'm Not - Poem by Sanjukta Nag
Every night you water my silent emotion
With your jar of supple alphabets,
By dawn it grows into
A flamboyant tree of romantic words.
Like tender breeze of autumn plays with
The blond hair of morning sun,
Your eyes play with the
Unfinished thoughts of my heart,
And convert them into scarlet poems of love.
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Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You