Unfinished Poem
Two poets. Same spark in their heart. Both wanted to make it a poem. He never had the courage to write it down on paper. His blood vaporized before it floated till the tip of the feather. She gave it a title. He underlined it. She gave the first line. He finished first stanza. Lines were pure and filled with Devine. When birds recited the lines, sky poured flowers. When dolphins gave it a tune, waves gifted ocean a new rhythm. He dip the feather deep inside his heart. Started the new stanza. She sweetened the lines. When it resonated with the rhythm of nature, clouds burst into rain; trees filled with flowers; nectar with honey; world with happiness and hearts with symphony. When they were adding an end line to the second stanza, god came in between. Took his feather. Broken into pieces. Gave it back to him. She ran to him. Joined the broken feather. Melted with her tears. Made it to one piece. He dip feather into his heart. By the time tip of the feather touch