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