The song
Let me be the song
playing on your lips
sing me to your fill
softly as you will.
Let the notes rise
as high as the skies
and dip so low
to the oceans below.
Twirling and curling
twisting and turning
make melody flow
now fast now slow
As the drums in my heart
in rhythm to yours beat
with your lips beloved mine
make me music divine.
-Shail Mohan (Dec 2007)
Reposted from shail-mohan blogs @ sulekha.com
Bubbly, thank you so much!!
I will.
Clear, Perfect, Precise. Beautiful Poem Shail Mam.
Honestly…..it’s refreshing!
Vikram, thank you for the appreciation.