Dawn’s golden dust pulsated
Through creases between leaves
As your words beat between
The crevices of my heart;
The shimmers sprayed over
Plush blue waves of rivers rippled in ecstasy
Like every throb
Spreading the essence of your rhapsody
To the tip of my veins;
Birds trumpeted the song of new
As every syllable plucked the sonorous chords
of my being
resonating my quintessence in moments of bliss;
Flowers bloomed in hues of multichrome
To the warm touch of morning rays
Indulging in sweet euphoria
As honey globules stuck to the monarch’s wings,
And every breath of mine fulfilled
In the nectar of your symphony,
Your poetry in me.
-Rupa
