Monday, 11 May 2015

A LOVE POEM TO GOD


I am nothing
if not selfish
in my love for you.

I stand
to gain
much, Magician.

All my losses
bloom
in your garden

when you,
Bee,
enter my throat

all my
moaning
becomes song.

~

Kamla Kapur
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1 comment:

  1. Payson13 May 2015 at 03:22

    Wah, Wah! Wonderful, beautiful...more poetry, more, more, more....you are the poet extrodinaire!

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