This poem is dedicated to my dear friend “SIHEEM” ,who last night encouraged me to complete the few lines that I had written as comments on her blog…
Though I haven’t completed any ,I just wrote this one out of the conversation we had on her blog.. . http://arabianroses.wordpress.com
Someone dear said to me,
” a poet’s thoughts are diamonds,
very precious and rare,
belonging to the poet himself…”
I sighed and thought,
“deep within a voice speaks,
when I get hurt,or I’m glad,
rather than speaking before anyone,
I pen it down in words,
the feelings flood and form a poem…”
She replied,” I will collect your lovely pieces,
that you left here on my blog,
please complete all of them,
they shall form a lovely song…”
My heart whispered,
“I’m glad and thankful,
that I found you… 
…
nobody has ever picked the pieces,
that I left behind in their view,
for they spoke of my heart,
some had tears in them,some smiled in parts,
everyone picked what they wanted ,
leaving the rest scattered …”
You are the only one to say,
“I’m picking up your diamonds”…
soumyav 