You Are My Poetry

I would give you back that poem I have found in you. I have found it in your cherry lips Smiling, dancing and singing to me. I have found it in golden valley between your rising hills Teasing and mocking me. I have found it in subtle sway of your hips Tempting and inviting me. I must give you back the poem That is yours. Because you have written it within my heart. But please give me an opportunity To read that poem aloud, Sing that poem aloud, To this painfully lost human race. I want to show it to them You are not a woman You are a poetry, An exquisitely beautiful poetry. And tomorrow, if I may I would like to invite you to a dinner. And if you kindly allow In dim light of candle, I wish to explore another poetry That is otherwise hiding in you. And then day after, I would give you back that poetry. © Arun Maji