I am a poem hunter,
To fulfill my thirst for beauty,
I look into her blue eyes;
Poetry swims in those two lakes!

I am a poem hunter,
To fulfill my thirst for beauty
I hear her melodies voice;
Poetry swings in those lyrics!

I am a poem hunter,
To fulfill my thirst for beauty
I touch on her *******;
Poetry erupts like pink *******

The vowels dance with the consonants
The alphabets sleep under her words;
The words kiss the sentences;
The Poet become  naked !
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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI