Cooking Of A Poetry
I eat her style,
I eat her smile,
I eat her walk,
I eat her talk.
My eyes hook
To eat her look,
We be on couch
To eat her touch.
I eat her fashion,
I eat her passion,
I eat her feelings,
The moments reeling.
Gobble the words,
Swallow proverbs,
Pour the spices
Of depth, conciseness,
Creativity, metaphor,
Rhythm and meter,
Cook deep in heart,
Stir in brain with intellect.
To serve, poetry is ready.
If you want to eat, eat
Whatever have eaten
On document I depict.
poem by S.D. Tiwari
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