My Pot Of Gold Poem by Sneha Murali

Sun rinsed, rain soaked,
as dry as a wet house on flames.
My heart's threshold still missing,
the sound of your silence supreme.
In awe and amazement, I stare into space,
pondering but a simple thought,
that someone as common as me,
would stumble on to someone as beautiful as you.
Whitewashed feeling, I try to make it vanish,
with just a coat of lovely red
Yet, in my head, you're stuck, so comfortably.
Pleading, begging, praying that I let you remain.
So plain, I felt around your words wondering,
still pondering how someone like me
got to know an angel, glistening with purity,
dripping with gentleness,
soaking with sweetness.
Magnificent, as the sound of god
with his harp and back dropp sounding choir of angels,
praising ''My Angel'', praising ''You''! !
I could live with the joy, you so readily fill inside me.
Water, food, temptations - I'd give it up all
but just for a second of having you to hold
My pot of gold!





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