Ocean, when I walk near you <br />I do not wear a shield or <br />arms to guard me <br />from atropine arrows <br />from directions where <br />I placed roses and lilies <br />Ocean of verse, <br />I want to grace you <br />with idioms as pleasant <br />you please to hear and <br />I place near you a <br />magical box full of <br />aromatic chamomile... <br />fumigate me and my heart <br />to scribble words <br />to praise you.... <br />give me a few pearls, corals <br />and don’t tame me <br />with your violent waves.. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />© Rema Prasanna <br />July 30,2008<br /><br />Rema Prasanaa<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ocean-of-verse-part-i/
