Words are nothing but lollipops
I roll them in my thoughts
Tasting their sweetness and slipperiness
I crave for them
Not in any fixed time
They are intoxicating like wine
Freshly opened
I play with them with my tongues
And they create music
Heart touching and soothing
It draws a crowd
They slowly melt
Making way through the mind
And vanish in my sleep
Words are really sweet and act like sweethearts. Nice poem, Anilji.5* Thank you for sharing
'They slowly melt Making way through the mind And vanish in my sleep'...what a pleasant sleep then it would be...nice to muse on...liked the poem
Great write throughout........ enjoyed it...... thank u, dear poet....
Very well written. Truly words are addictive but they are moody. They come by their own choice. A brilliant piece!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Brilliant work, Anil!