Takes an empty soul
At the brink of a poem
To fill with some nectar and few inches of life

A very poor soul
Buys not that what is sacred .

There were some drops that hands that work had collected and shared
Nectar
From fields very distant

When none knew how
He gave her bangles of them!

Others
don’t hear the bangles when they make their poems together
Circles of love..

He, her, poems, bangles, nectar, life….. …. .