Oh!   My Love

In the cradle of life's reality,

Even as time is busy overwriting histories

A thousand flowers bloom,

A thousand schools of thoughts take shape.

And it was at that time,

Poetry came in search of me.

It was not from rain, not from snow,

Not from river,not from flower,

There were no voices, no sounds, no words;

It was all presence at some one so dear

I didnot know what to say,

My eyes were blind,

And I wrote the first faint line

Pure nonsense, Pure wisdom,

I LOVE YOU.

Its like a liquid which says,

Come, come have a sip.

Oh! How it called

Night and day?

Down my throat, it rolled

Till, without it I knew no way.

And some girls laughed at me.

I cried aloud  and aloud

And then SHE came with an earthen lamp

And smiled at me.

I laid on her lap,

In the warmth of her love.

She patted my shoulder

And I slept in her lullaby.

Then whispered SHE at my ears.

"A cry from today's heart will

be sound of celebration tomorrow."

Which I'm longing for .... .... ....  !!