The Home Of Poems

By Sumedh Wavhal

One fine morning, two lovers into the quiet meadows

Awoke from deep slumber like two entangled shadows

A healing smile rose on her face as her soft lips parted

Sun was below the horizon yet, but still his day started.

Strands of her hair spread across his chest like rivers,

She breathed a sigh and asked, "My dear lover,"

"What do you see in this mysterious nature?"

Confused he looked at her face and here and there

"I see nothing but beauty," he said with a voice so clear

With an unsatisfied and still-curious face, she looked at him

"And?" She asked, her eyes filled with innocence upto the brim

With a thoughtful gaze like an observer he looked around him,

Painted a picture on canvas of his memory of the surrounding.

He then looked in her dreamy eyes, where his heaven lies

He caressed her cheek with fingers and tried to verbalize,

"I see flock of white clouds above the flock of birds,"

His mind then flooded with a hundred flock of words

"There goes a few more birds in the search of food

Dear sugar, Into this nature lies their entire livelihood.

I see the merry flowers dancing with wind,

Into the woods waiting for her lover standing is a hind.

I see grass, bushes, trees and everything that's green

We rely so much on them but still commit a sin.

I see in the mountains the rising sun, our life giver

Look how's he blushing red after seeing us together."

She giggled at that and blushed like a charmer

Seeing her delighted, he went one step further,

"I see the stars hidden behind the blanket of light

peeking at us now but how shameless are they in the night!

There I see some magical butterflies roaming around

Scattered from the necklace of heavenly angels over ground"

Still unsatisfied she asked like a kid, "And? And? And?"

'Dear lord! What does she want?" He whispered in the mind.

"Don't you see all those poems hidden in this nature?

Scattered like lost kids into a bustling fair

As if a poor frustrated poet threw them here!"

Amazed by her thought, he adored her even more.

Silently lost in their own thoughts they parted their ways

Hoping another such fine morning in the coming days

By Sumedh Wavhal