The Poem on You

Dew drops bedecked on the sleek petals
or when they slither down fast…..

The beauty a beholder finds in it
or the lure of gaping it till the last ….

The oblique rays of the winter sun
on the brittle ice or on the tristful eyes…

Vagrant butterflies swiftly racing
in a caged bird’s sweven or in the skies….

Now the vacant I am
running out of atticisms
to portray you on the canvas of my sights…

These clichés I can’t use
to let the world know
that my love for you is beyond every heights…

The world may praise
the words of praise
the passion as colors and love as hue…

But the canvas hid
the blotches of tears
as the paint-brush painted the poem on you…

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