Just An Inch Of ''it'' Poem by Kamal Prashar

She knew it was an inch so hard

To praise that Love, unmoved as Stone

Life like of a squirrel unchained

The feel of Yearn unchanged was sown

Even though she may or not see

The Yearn from Him is hidden or shown

She knew it was an inch so hard

But heart within her being was blown


The eyes so dark as a night's black wind

Drinks of Lust in her Cones were thrown

Eyes or bulbs of Heaven they were?

Eyes of Lord or dreams unknown?

Eyes when bent for a view to a kill

Eyes when arched were bless on its own

She knew it was an inch so hard

To stay atop on the Love's big Throne



Never was seen so an action alluring

The shaft so fair as the Lisa's cone

A soul like as of the vision conjuring

A soul as a rhyme but is sung alone

A soul as a bud of the rose blossoming

A soul as the Light's first red tone

She knew it was an inch so hard

To her the grasp of Pain was known