Prem, <br />How can you say <br />No one reads your poems <br />When each night <br />I breathe in and inhale <br />Their fragrant breathe <br />Before I go to sleep <br />You know, my dear friend, <br />I've been with this Booklet <br />Day and night living with it <br />My thoughts too they fill <br />Today I sat outside my house <br />As no network for sometime <br />The words for your Dhyana Buddha <br />They came flowing from my heart <br />You have become a part of me <br />My thoughts you dictate <br />You command me to write and I do <br />Thoughts, style and words <br />None my own they've born anew <br />Most astonishing what we do <br />Like a Koel who calls <br />And the answering call <br />Floats back from afar <br />We two sing a song <br />Poem with words mingling <br />Like Jordan into the Dead Sea <br />From two mad poetic hearts! <br /> <br />Angelina<br /><br />premji premji<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/081-poetry-night/
