.......POEM.......
FRIENDLY COLD
When dark clouds of sorrow wrapped my emotions
And set my eyes drowning on tearful oceans
When the moon plotted with the sky to darken my life
And the stars went on strike- eclipse of my life
Did the birds hear me knocking on their door?
'Whooo whooo whooo' owl called from the coven
Then came a dark, slim hope
From dark, slim lines
Of a dark, slim poet
He came as a Mark that Light was coming
As little as his spark, my talent was flamming
He touched my pen but my lips responded
Vocal ink I speak, on stages I'm performing
On poetic nest he shielded the nakedness of my talent
And cloth my flaws with silk correction
His voice became my meditation
As his hand held tight to me like an anklet
If someday I trap fame with a poetic magnet
I shall ever be thankful to the friendly cold that led me to a blanket
