God's Gift To A Solitary Poet (by Rahul Sharma)

God' gift to a solitary poet 

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I don't know who you are

I don't know how we got in touch,

I was alone, wandering somewhere,

But couldn't reach anywhere.

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Sole was my mind,

Even soul couldn't find;

But my dear sister, 

You found me, from nowhere;

And followed me everywhere....

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I did neither see you,

Nor did talk to you.

You did neither hit me,

Nor did hug me indeed.

But I could feel your presence,

As soothing heart touching words,

That gave me strength;

When I was about to fall.

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You were that spirit, my dear sister,

Whenever you did make fun of me,

I was just forgetting myself,

It hurts me a lot, only when you beg pardon for those, I say.

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I wish Words aren't enough,

And eyes aren't so tough,

For a brother and a young sister.

It doesn't happen by birth,

But it just happens, through sense,

And let it remain forever, ever and ever.

I wish one day, my words will take me along,

To you, and I am sure, if I fail,

Your words will take my soul along, sister,

To the chamber of death of mine, and, there,

I will be waiting, for a drop of tear, with love,

That could vanish my thirst,

I did pay sincerity to my words,

And poems indeed,

For which, the God of poems,

Gifted me an angel of poems- a beautiful poetess,

And its my sister.

-RAHUL SHARMA (All rights reserved)