Their arms are warm, <br />Where I am cradled, <br />Reading the words of few, <br />Making me to be the puppet, <br /> <br />The strings are strong, <br />To lift me up to the dreams, <br />The magic clouds are there, <br />To carry me further, <br /> <br />Beyond the fence of horizon, <br />Beyond the eyes of sunny emotions, <br />Beyond the drizzle of commotion, <br />I am cradled in your warm arms, <br /> <br />Reading your poetic lips, <br />While my eyes are half open, <br />A few can do it with ease, <br />the rest can simply write.<br /><br />veeraiyah subbulakshmi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-those-poets/