Poetry is the
sexiest form of art.
No matter how hard
you try, O’ poets,
you can never be
as sexy as your poem.

Verses dance,
they sing
they laugh
they kiss,
they cuddle
they make love
and they roam
all over the world
in the cruise of heart.

And at times,
they weep,
they howl
they prowl
they puke
they suffer
from loneliness,
and shout in vain

But whatsoever,
my friend!
Poetry is poetry,
it has always been,
it still is,
it shall never be lost.

Eternity expired,
it did not pass.
Time died,
it did not-
it shall never die.

Poetry is the
sexiest form of art
- it takes off
from the airfield
of our heart,
and fertilizes our thought.


Copyright 2007 Bhuwan Thapaliya