Her Wish, His Poem

This one is for Saizal Gupta. 

She wants to be a poem.

I set out at once to make her one.

I ride through the forest of blank verses.

I row the mighty river of sonnets.

I climb the hills of micro-poetry.

I cross the infamous twin bridges of duplet.

Finally  I reach her temple.

There I start to inscript lines of her on the walls and pillars of it.

Soon the whole temple is covered with her words.

The devotees come with a sculptor of her.

They want to place it at the centre of the temple.

I say, “No.”

The devotees get astonish.

I pray and a huge lustrous rock comes out from the centre of the temple.

It stands there.

On the rock I write a poem and shout, “This is the world’s most beautiful poem and it is also her sculpture.”

A devotee ask, “How?”

I proclaim, “She is the poem!”

© Archit Sharma