POKE ME UP

In alphabet count
I lost my words
What say of story
Which never was my worth

In an open lid
I peep the jar
What say of taste
Which never licked my tongue

In gradient hue
I search my colour
What say of painting
Which never served any rainbow

In silent charm
I lost my self
What say breath
Which never cared my own

In thoughts
I couch my night dreams
What say of dawn
Which never woke to poke me up