Poem falls

Every time I ask these nights
To hold their quarrel plays and fights

Every time I plea the sea
To stop the waves and being busy

All they said was no they can't
All then asked me what I want

I said them to hold their things
And grab me back where I had wings

I wanted them in my poetic world
As sounds, letters, and as cute words !

Whenever they grab my back and fly
Poem falls with beauty and shy !!



-VivekBharathi
15.06.2017