The urge to knock one door
find access to one heart
get one eye to seek more
heal one soul from hurt
that gives all toil's reward
serves all labor's cause
when by touch of one word
is born one ponderous pause
one halt gives a priceless gain
one like a pure pleasure
one word blunts all edge of pain
makes rich of royal treasure
the poet craves for one audience
is not above the greed
lusts one mind's caring presence
one eye's fleeting read
Yes, each poet lusts one mind's caring presence one eye's fleeting read! ! If a poet could heal a soul from hurt or blunt the edge of pain, he has got his reward! Great write! Enjoyed!
It's so true, Pradip! Connection of the mind is everything. Sex is such a pale second (and soon forgotten though still very nice) . Write on dear friend....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I can identify with you. Thanks for the write