#ArtoonsInn#PoetryParlour#Poattic#I wish a writer loved me.
I WISH A WRITER LOVED ME…
I wish a writer loved me, as he could replicate with his ink and letters-
The roaring delights of the savage lightning,
Or, the exact aroma of my mother’s ambrosial cooking.
The carefree beauty of a nameless, vagabond flower, bloomed in the wilderness,
Or, the cotton-candy clouds moving with its usual, youthful zest.
The irresistible urge to lock lips with my soul mate,
Or, the flamingo’s waltz to please its chosen date.
The gentle rustle of an unhurried, languid wind,
Or, the brittle sound in a rain-soaked roof of tin.
The virile oceanic waves seducing the stationary rocks,
Or, the azure sky broadcasting its beautiful blue cloak.
The masked arrogance of a rapidly cascading waterfall,
Or, the kindred spirit of an accommodating, shadowy tree tall.
The bursting happiness of a heart fraught with hope,
Or, the storm’s rage bringing the fainthearted’s catastrophe.
These ongoing songs of senses breathe the fire of life in me –
Assuch I sincerely wish a writer loved me.