For SABA………..my find.

My happiness knows……

no bound…………

for in your poetry…..

I have found me.

My flow has now…..

merged with your glow…

your fluid eyes, the looks

of glory you emanate,

the glances- those celestial

chances satiate my being…

my ears are endlessly chased

by that life-invigorating ring….

of your swift anklets’ bell.

You are my find….my breath

Speaks in sounds muted….

Your pens’ strokes…..

turn those verbalizations

into written existences laconic

for readers……..feel sense

of Godly incense in your

attempts……all line(s) that they

ken relieve them of all pain…..

and then tempt their soul……

to go for your quest…….

which turn into mutual goal.