The poets,
The most
magnificent, marvelous, miraculous creatures of this universe
Write,
write, write and write
Poems for
their lovers, flames; of childhood,
Of
Neighbourhood,
Of old
time memories,
Of past
discarded,
Of glamour
and shimmer,
Of
embraced,
Of lived
and loved,
Of shared
souls,
Of love at
first sight
The
Lovers,
Write
their words, letters, like POEMS
Some,
with puzzling,
no flow, words,
Using the
best exaggeration,
Due to
‘lack of expertise of words’
Write their
love poems
Some,
With ‘all commas
- accurate,
Necessary punctuation
marks,
And
exclamation marks,
Write their
love poems
To their
beloved
Some with
the most romantic words, scenting with love
Showing
their ‘expertise of words’
And love
To the
lover of their love
Write,
write, write and write
Love poems
They all
write
Whether it
is not alright or alright
They write
Using the
worlds most beautiful words,
Sharing
inner lanes,
Forwarding
their hearts,
Messaging
their hopes,
Writing
their numbers to call,
To Inquire
Not the
secrets but the truths
They all
write poems
To invite
hearts
To clarify
hearts
To magnify
hearts
To see through
hearts
They
write, they all write, write, write and write
What do
they write?
Love poems
Inking
their love,
Folding or
unfolding,
Withdrawing
or requesting
And, Yes!
Inviting
for an embracement
At their
basements, residencies,
Huts under
moonlight,
At the
dewed grass spots,
At the
gardens of eves
Sights of
camping
Inviting for
skirting
Asking for
a moment for diving
They write,
They all
write
They write
to each other,
Morning to
afternoon
They
write,
And they
write,
Morning to
night, they write
Whole - full
night, they write
Every minute
they write,
Sleeplessly,
they write
THE LOVE
POEMS
The poems
that wives gets
The poems
that forbidden hearts get
Some
hearts that receives no place but poems
Ah!
The LOVE
POEMS
These, the
wonder poems, Takes the lovers to the lanes of ‘hopes’
DREAMS
Unrealistic
aims
They
write, write, write and write
They all
write
What do
they write?
The LOVE
POEMS
They write
They
write, quoting ‘to’ and ‘from’ of their hearts
They write
The love
poems
They all
write,
Write endlessly
Reveling
their hearts
Stamping
with kisses,
Tightening
with confessions,
Asking for
‘forgiveness’,
Posting
with love
They
write, write, write and write
The LOVE
POEMS
But,
Do they
read them?
With a
conscious mind,
With a
sacred mind,
With
respect,
With an
understanding,
Do they
read?
What do
they read?
Just words?
Just words?
'honey'
'my gorgeous'
'my soul'
my love
'my babe'
'my universe'
you are my everything
they write, write, write and write
what do they write
love poems
what do they revel?
Inner
hearts?
what else they read?
Do they
read their hopes?
Do they
read them accurately?
What do
they really read?
What they
write that is what they read
The poems,
the love poems
Some do
read
Some read
the poems written for others
Buying
from bargain shops
They read
The love
poems
The
eccentric love poems
The heart
soothing love poems
The heart
tightening love poems
The love
poems of togetherness
The love
poems of
They write
We read
The love
poems
Some
narrate them
In to the
ears and souls of their ‘self’
Some
mutter them in to the empty air ,
Empty
souls of ‘self’
What are
these that they write we read?
The love
poems
The poems
of Noble men
The poems
of words – worth
The poems
that enlightens ‘Eliot’
Tagore’ and
Mahagama Sekara
The poems
that the lovers love to receive,
Love to
read
We name
them, ’The love poems’
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