Give Me That


I found my words exhausted,
limping out of my pen in pain.
I remain thoughtless n’ lost.
My images fall smashing hail.
As day dreams they fizzle.
After I saw you I felt my futile.
All I wished was your grace.
I knew you enveloped me in.
I can still see your smile everywhere.
Now my metaphors diminished.
In scanty thoughts I saw your glow.
By a Basil leave I worship you,
placing my heart in a tray of silence.
Bless me with your charm.
Bless me with your aroma.
Bless me with your love.
Bless me. bless me. bless me.
Let me adore you with a soulful syllable?
Give me that syllable as breathe!

Submitted by Satheesan Rangorath.

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