The Poem In Distress
Once upon a time,
like a woman pines,
A Poem longed for its admirer.
She asked the poet,
like a woman in distress,
if ever she will be worthy of enamour!
My precious,
said the poet,
not all can fathom poetry.
Someday one,
will surely come,
for he will have an eye for beauty.
Your each verse, like her each nerve
With every couplet, with every curve
With your lyric, like a woman’s spirit
With every space, with every gaze
With every rhyme and rhythm,
Like every beat in her bosom
With each repetition,
Like the Divine’s divine articulation,
You will be adored.
All a Poem and a Woman need
is to be understood.
Just like a woman, poetry isn’t everyone’s cup of tea. Only those who have a eye for beauty and a mind for depth can understand it.
Just like only a few, blessed ones, can understand a woman’s profound mind, body and spirit.
