The Poet..

it was him who made her

it was him who inspired her

it was him who created this side of her

it was him...who born the poet

so many things to say to him

so many things about him 

so many things to share to him

so many things about him...

the 'so many things'...

was left unspoken ..

and muted  her lips..

startled her mind..

she was speechless most of the time..

but her heart was going to explode

with the unbearable confession

over limits of tons of words

tons of morphemes and tons of letters..

a piece of paper..

a piece of feeling..

a piece of memory..

a piece of remember..

translated..conveyed..

into a masterpiece..

that only her heart can 

understand the language..

language of a poet..