Beloved Poet

A heart that often sings a song,

But it's an incomplete song,

That won't last much long,

Then another heart hears the tune,

And whispers back the same...

Soon the time starts to fall short,

And distance of hearts fall apart,

It told me that there is always a song,

That flows around in the air all along...

Once in a lifetime someone hears it,

And a silent poet awakes to complete it,

It happens at the touch of purest form of love,

When Loser of life becomes a beloved poet...

AnSh :)