I could wink no more <br />Endless wait and more to explore <br />She may rush to see me <br />Make me feel easy and free <br /> <br />Things are not happening my way <br />She has willingly gone away <br />To search new poems for world <br />Here I shiver with fear and feel cold <br /> <br />Natural poets need no seclusion <br />The idea comes out amidst confusion <br />Heart cries out with pain and agony <br />Here comes out poem naturally <br /> <br />She has her own style to project <br />Catch fancy ideas and inject <br />Into fine piece from the trajectory <br />To flow with plot without feeling sorry <br /> <br />She lacks good punch <br />Sometimes misses out her complete lunch <br />When she is with me and around <br />Her presence is no where to be found <br /> <br />She may not respond to my query <br />Look at sky, get some answer and feel merry <br />She whispers sometimes' you have elegant style' <br />I shall catch your glimpse and write meanwhile <br /> <br />She is extraordinary and has beautiful face <br />I look at her secretly and participate in race <br />I get inspiration from her endless search <br />I paint those ideas in my poem before she finally reaches <br /> <br />Alas! She could take me along <br />I know her well and never gone wrong <br />But she trusts me only in day to day affair <br />Poetry is her exclusive domain and to some extent she is fair <br /> <br />I will bring her to some sense by pinching <br />She may feel offended as if I was clinching <br />Her ideas and plots very much needed <br />I express sorry and regret and shake head as point conceded <br /> <br />Does any one think that two people should not be of same quality? <br />Working in same field with equal zeal and capability? <br />I feel it as unnecessary reference and slip away <br />She has her own style and elegant way <br /> <br />She will speak with me for endless hours <br />Make fine gesture with sweet words while on tour <br />I shall fail to smile but understand her personality <br />She is there to stay in my life as wife and strength of morality<br /><br />hasmukh amathalal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-could-wink-no-more/
