Diamonds

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”…