Think <br />of darkness, streaked images <br />bared, stripped by lights forlorn <br /> <br />of flowers that bloom at night <br />and die before its morn <br /> <br />of a rose that shed its perfume <br />but stays waiting on a thorn <br /> <br />of a glow worm that twinkles <br />and stars tickled in their frown <br /> <br />of nights that fool dew to form <br />on petals, leaves and lawns <br /> <br />of caressed emotions, cajoled <br />into memories of ours, worn <br /> <br />of a naughty strand that danced <br />and refused to be tucked for long <br /> <br />of the loss of love's passion <br />and love made in rhythm with a song <br /> <br />of soft kisses into love bites <br />tattooed, after the night's gone. <br /> <br />I think of all these <br /> <br />then I think <br />of some thought <br />that goes in search of you <br /> <br />then, of you I Think...<br /><br />O Sudhir Janardhanan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/re-think/
