Friend I stand on your door with open arms <br />For the grace of your words they truly charm <br />I love them your agrees and the little spats <br />Your flowers in my hand bouquets brickbats! <br /> <br />It’s for you only that I get to see <br />What I am and what I could be <br />For that you never mind to part precious time <br />Gift that to me for my trifling rhyme! <br /> <br />My heart’s reader your words always charm <br />Your likes light up even the humdrum <br />It’s in your views that my writes come alive <br />They make a poet breathe his poems survive! <br /> <br />It then so happens your words become my own <br />Your seeds of thoughts in me get sown <br />My dreams meet yours mind touches mind <br />An awakening blooms in that priceless find!<br /><br />Pradip Chattopadhyay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-the-grace-of-your-words/
