A Promise

It is for you that I arranged the words,
The words that were scattered like pearls,
But contained not pills and piths of meanings,
And I went over treading, trampling them,
Then all of sudden you came across
On the curvaceous serpentine path of life,
And your love imperceptibly began to scamper,
Through the channels of my veins,
In the form of substance like blood,
Making my whole being from top to toe,
Incarnation of love, and now I ascertain
You taught, trained me to garnish in strings,
The dispersed, detached gems,
And speak through the pen my paralysed passions,
Now you pulsate in every line and poetic phrase,
I know I can not go along with you,
On the curvaceous rocky route,
But I renovate my promise to embellish,
A string after a string for you, of metaphors and similes,
To capture all colours of love:
The most beautiful sentiment of the universe,
Complementing my own deranged being.

poem by Muhammad Shanazar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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