My love sings <br />As you ring <br />In early morning <br />To wish me good morning <br /> <br />I wake up to hear the bell <br />Hat sound so nice to tell <br />I am back in real world <br />You have really bowled <br /> <br />As artists are moody <br />I have set pen already <br />The moment I go deep <br />I am unable to think more and keep <br /> <br />I flow with time <br />That takes me sometimes <br />Far away from reality <br />I am missed with presence in totality <br /> <br />I miss world <br />I myself go out of fold <br />No one enters my heart chamber <br />It is very hard to remember <br /> <br />So your complaint is genuine <br />I am not aligned to your tune <br />I am in deep love and truly feel <br />The profession of being an artist really kills <br /> <br />I shall try to address <br />And admit on face <br />That artistic way life is different <br />Person goes in blank area and not at all present<br /><br />hasmukh amathalal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-face/
