Poem by Vatsala Radhakeesoon
Poetry, My Love
At fourteen, I first met him,
His covers were often slim.
Gradually, he reached my world,
And I in his swirled.
I showered all my love on him,
And he in turn kissed my dreams.
Shortly, he gifted me a ring
sparkling with Muses and blessings.
Under August’s coldness shyly swinging
moved hesitantly my First-Writing.
Today, smiles our 23rd Anniversary,
Blessed are we by Faithfulness-All-Steady.
Amidst my blue sky,
He still dances with joy.
Amidst my grey cloud,
He’s still the shoulder bold.
For Poetry, My Love,
Inspiration I’ll always serve.