If you love to swing the brush,
I would want to be your portait .
If you love to dance to the beats;
I would want to be your anklet.
If you love to play with music,
I would want to be your lyrics.
If you love to carve with words,
I would want to reside in your poetries.
For long I have waited;
Of when you would awaken.
I have dreamt of us dancing together.
I am still waiting to write forever.
One day, we will see the stars no more;
But, let us leave our feet on shore.
