Your lips

– Gateway to your heart –

So thin, so pink, so tender,

Like rose petals;

Wet are they not with dew

But with nectar,

The eternal and the sweetest amrita.

Through fabulous movement of the lips,

Nectar-laden words you generate

Get entangled on lips

Before mixing into air.

Words you speak

Weave into language

And become eternal.

Your words are

Sweeter than any natural sound.

For me,

They’re hymn

Giving solace to soul.

                          - Vir Singh