Your name

I thought
to picture you
on the canvas
of my poetry.

Profound were my feelings
but words-
Alas! They became recalcitrant.
I tried hard
to make my heart, speak.

An obstinate silence,
it assumed
and with fervor
it dived into the reverie
of your innocent memory
rendering me
an arrant pleasure.

Just then, the nib of my pen

involuntarily doodled

your name.

In that one word,
was my poetry framed.