Poet
He was a Poet He knew how to draw a Line in your Soul and place a Word within your Spirit; When a Thought had to be , enshrined He knew how to love it . . He was the Tears of the Hurting And the One who knew how to wrap his pain , within. . . He was the Poet! The soft water drop Upon a bruised heart The only beloved She had He was the Poet My longing ! : Reshma
