My Laptop Is In My Lap

My laptop is in my lap
I stare at the blank screen with my blank head.
Today I want to write a poem for someone
who touched my heart
filled my soul with love
made my life worthwhile
dragged me out of ditches
gave me a shoulder to lean on
lifted my spirits from dumps
to make me soar high.

It is you, you, my love
I would have withered in the desert sun
had you not been my life line.
All what I write is for you
All what I do is for you.
Heer, in hunger, stranded with
her Punjabi Ranja lover, did not know
he made a meal for her out of his thighs.
I will cut open my chest and give my heart to you
for love you give me day and night.
My life is yours, will always be.

by Ravi Kopra

Comments (1)

Love for laptop no less than love between Romeo and Juliet. Excellent creation.