Love

Each and every part of my cells feels his smiles;

Each and every twitch of my eyes takes the pictures of him;

Each and every nostril of my nose breaths his smells;

Each and every word of my mouth pronounces his name;

Each and every letter of my words writes his fame;

Each and every step of my foot moves towards him;

Each and every beat of my heart tells…..

You(I) Love HIM.

2 thoughts on “Love”

A sober view of love has intensified the author’s admonishing the gusto of perpetual feeling that stagnates in each of its movements through body parts. Somewhere the poem reminds of Keats’ admonishing the lady love : ” sweet, sweet is the greeting of eyes ” which should have fabricated the underlying texture of this poem. Again, the poet has evolved through such mystical experiences or even day dreaming for that matter, typically endorsing the idea of beautifying the concept called love. How much does a Byron come at play here? : “And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,……
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,”. The poet simplifies the tone, keeping in between happiness and melancholy, creating an effect that goes towards feelings than emotions. The reader will at once feel the actions, all in terms of love and dream and smother the heart at ease, when the poem at the end word-kisses the soul to sooth, showing oneness with words you and I. A poem that has come out when actually the poet so felt… A fullf(ee)illing poem to begin with.. Welcome …

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