From Air To Water... Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL

One young girl heard a poet out some love poems
in one poetry auditorium never that densely crowded.
As it is well known that mostly failed love grows wings
in romantic nest his poems too fluttered in a wild zest.
The saddest tale often gains the sweetest tune in soft tone.
Bound by an unknown spell the pretty girl called up girlish guts.
She walked straight up to the poet when he alighted from the podium.
And threw a missile of robust plea to the baffled loser heart.
'Why can`t I be your Pagli? I have lost my heart to you just now.'
' But I love you with all the love of many million years'.
The poet looked into her eyes and found the truth crystal clear.
He lost his words as one loses one`s mind in one odd hour.
In a little while he could manage his disheveled poetry pages.
He then uttered, ' I am more fond of bony illusions than fleshy reality.'
' I fear to lick tears and smack fizzy cheers in a fiery flow.'
The bold girl held his hand and took out from the fancy blow.
Then? Poetry plunged into an ocean and came out two deities.