Dhruva Poem  dedicated to dreamy beloved

“Pen is me”
Holding a pen in a little finger
As lover holds back
His beloved
And let him allow
To kiss her passionately,
As point’s blue ink touches
Lips of paper,
Both do the same but minutely differ
The lover who kisses is my illusion.
While the pen is me
Ink is my love
And paper is my beloved...!