ECHOES OF A VERSE

          Venture I would not 

          Ever penning a prose

          But a verse pen I lovingly

          Would be it about a rose

          That grows in the garden

          With others of its ilk

          In words deep and shrill

          In words short and succinct

          With sweet scent of a mint

          Or fragrance of a rose filled.

    Fathoming the deep bluish sea

    Watching the noisy bumble bee

    The poet’s fancy catches the glow

    Of a glow worm even if it be dark

    Around he can see the light lit stars

    Which on the milky-way, copiously

    Glisten bright, glittering from afar.

          A prose may without an end

          With a style verbose a story tell

          Fill though it may not the heart

          With the echoes a verse sends!

    A prose I would not love to pen

    Though my verse may not be read

    A plenty by the avid men or women

    Yet my love for the verse I ‘ld keep

    For the love soaked arrow when shot

    Off the bow of a poet of love lore

    Pierce the woods dark and deep.

        VIJAY K KALIA