By Akshai Suresh
Give me a flavour
I wouldn’t be able to savour
If not now, if not from you
The hour is fleeting
So is this life and feeling
Whether it’s vice or wise
Don’t wait more, all may grow and go
Grant me that golden word
You harbour as beloved gold
Let the bard in me place it impishly
In every poem I braid soothingly
Or in a treacly way
Weave me a lovely lullaby
Of which no other ear hears its melody
You may be a traitor or soul tainter
I mind not, be now a tempted painter
Colour my looted heart in dolour
Before this twilight vines into perish
Give me a shard of you to cherish
Maybe fashion your lips eloquently
To furnish a smile so sweetly
That I can forget it scantly
Give me something special
Something unknown and un-ritual
To treasure you in a vault
Kept very secret in my heart
By Akshai Suresh
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