Like last night's rainthat fell on your lane
upon my stupid dreams
when the bed went cold
Like the humming bird
which calls its mate
on lonely nights
when black thunders roar
Like old mulberry tree
full of ripe juice
which moists some lips
but spoils my new shirt
Like a bee which is busy
kissing endless flowers
massing sweet piles of honey
in the jagged old comb
You too are pre-occupied
like the slanting rain and tree
Like the humming bird and bee
To even notice me
Samy
As beautiful as poetry can get.
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I love your words, Sam.
ReplyDeleteSo intense and striking.
Josh
Good blog and a raelly nice poem. Reflective, as I would like to call it.
ReplyDeleteAre you a literature student?
ReplyDeleteI am impressed here.
Anushman, 25, New Delhi
Great poem.
ReplyDeleteFuz
I like that peom. I have already pulled a print-out and plan to give it to my girl.
ReplyDeleteThanks, man.
Justin
You heard the word INTENSE. That is what each word of yours is.
ReplyDeleteGarry
Very good. Keep up the good work.
ReplyDeleteDr Anil
love u
ReplyDeletegreat lines
ReplyDeleteI did, just that u did not notice this time
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