A gift to remember

O my love dear !

I would gift you

A plain white parchment .

As plain as infant smile !

Not a speck of an ink-spoil !

You will look into my eyes . 

Inquiring . 

Curious.

I would say thus ,

This paper was meant for a poem

On the essence of my love

quite a concentrated one . 

I plunged into thought 

What do I write ?

Your sugar smiles 

And sunshine eyes

And the short flat nose

Unveiled as art in my mind .

Words ... words 

and more of them

in search of a poem

flashed ; went ;

And went and flashed !

This paper played many a trick

Leaving me awe-struck !

Is it the love ?

Or is it you , my love ?

I could only wonder . 

The parchment seemed to possess

the absolute essence. 

Not a spot left for a dot. 

What more do I write ?

Its filled . 

You will listen

You will smile

Your dream sugarsmile

As sweet as infant smile . 

O come on dear

what else have you done 

so far ?:-)

p.s. this was originally penned in tamil and translated.