Like precious pearls put together in a necklace to wear,
Poetry lovingly composed bringing forth its sweet flavor,
Savoring the poetic bliss, I want to be a willing martyr,
When I smell the words that wind carried to me from afar.
I am a dog that can sniff poetry’s aroma from a distance,
Call me a vampire who savors poetry as sustenance,
Craving for poetic diet never ceases and soul yearns more,
Poetic recipe of rhyme and rhythm is all I crave to savor.
I inhale and exhale the poetry for sustaining my breath,
Here I am both, a glutton and a chef,
As thoughts cooked in to exquisite words fills my plate,
I feel as if I am nearing the paradise’s gate.
Words from the soul is poured in to poetry,
Voracious devouring of its rhythmic symmetry,
Like the soul to the body, poetry is engrained in me,
Poetry is like nutrient, a means of sustenance for me.