Theme: Observation

When You Become a Poet

It worries me to know
you are turning into a poet.
That your eyes can see
through your soul
lips can taste
the flavor of plain water
and your skin is touched
by wind's feather steps.

You can blend
with the moments.

You can hear
what I never say
can feel
my tears on your lids.
Or, that you can
read my dreams
from my looks.
Your fingers still lock
my hand
in a childlike bond.

But, you don't understand
I never wanted
this magic
to happen to you.
Can't stop you
from being you.
It may have been
a boon or curse,
I don't know.

But I am sure
I am no Midas.

Can I safely touch you enough?

17-Jul-2005

More By  : Dr. Uma Asopa

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