o my poet!

Found you trying desperately to write
A few lines on that colorful kite-
Flying high in the afternoon sky....
 While I, looked at you and only heaved a sigh
And thought... 'Why she tries to scribble a poem
When she herself, is such a poem,the same?'

Perhaps my murmur was a bit loud
For you turned to find me around
Just then felt how in my heart bells chime
In the movement of your eyes, how I find rhyme...