A smile in my morning

A tease on the wings of summer's breeze A tickle in the touch of whispering winds A glimpse at the art of museum paintings A stare in the eyes of flowering spring-- A poem is a song of my innermost feelings. When I'm lost in confines of my thoughts Solace I seek from brilliant cosmic stars Prodding for answers to question marks Uncovering truth in words of a paradox, As the beat of poetry reignites my heart. Verses I compose in fragrance of Jasmines Linger merrily around blossoms of roses Listening to voices of fluttering tree leaves Soliciting rhymes from elate vocabulary, Evoking the cadence of rhythmic melodies. A giggle in a stream, a smile in my morning A romantic kiss in the splendor of evening An aesthetic dream in my night's revelry A lonesome tear of my un-consoled grief-- My poetry's the answer to call of my musings.