Write me a poem

                        Write me a poem
                      
                    

                                 
I want someone to write me a love poem
He should have a pencil,a paper
And a lit cigarette
to smoke in hand.

This person needn't be my lover,
For every lover does become a writer 
And there isn't anything extraordinary about that!

This could be a stranger I spoke to,
Who hasn't read or written poems
But I want him to take a pencil and sit,
Sit cross legged 
on a rusty iron chair.

He should chew at the pencil's end
And ruffle his hair
Beat his fists on the dingy table..
And take an eraser to clear up the blank paper,
That helplessly stares...

Hours should be spent
Scribbling down the words and erasing them...
And then he should decide to nap,
And dream a dream
Hoping he'll wake with a blurred
vision of a poem!

On waking up,
He should let go,
Let go of the ordeal of writing a poem!
But that paper and pencil
He should bring to me...
For I can run my fingers through the blank page
trying to trace out the imprints of a word  or a phrase
written and then erased..

And then can I tell him
He has a poetic soul 
For I could trace out a broken poem
And no one could write 
A better poem
When they have found a muse in me...