Here, embrace this little gold-key
Clutch
it close to set my heart free
A
key you always need to keep safe,
And
turn at the motion of love-wave
I
trust you with the treasure of my life
At
your feet, breathing love to thrive—
Oh,
ensnared girl, I'm a locksmith,
Keeper
of all hearts, ruling the zenith
Sparkling
keys crawling underneath,
Kissing,
and bowing at my dark feet
Glare
of my eyes can keep them still
Twist
and turn, at the wink of my will
Direction
that suits my mighty mood
As
the time wings by, keys turn crude
Junk
that I don't keep to ruin my castle
Rusted
Iron-keys, a triumph too facile
Things
of no use are better off to trash
Ticking
clock knocks to offer afresh…
nice dance in your words...gotta be careful who you give that key to...in the wrong hands it rusts surely...there are some things better off to trash...
ReplyDeleteThanks again Brian...it surely does...things turn vile just by a wrong touch !
ReplyDeleteI find it difficult to write poems that rhyme, as I run short of words ... thus, whenever I come across a rhyming poem, I feel totally awestruck ... and when a magician like you come out with such gems, phir to kya kehna yaar :D
ReplyDeletePulling my leg..haan...not done :P
DeleteThis was lovely Sadia...very emotive and powerful. I could feel the emotion behind the words.
ReplyDeleteThank you Keith for your kind words :)
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