do not loosen the grip,
for tomorrow i may need you most.
as strangers we met,
while negotiating an unseasonal downpour
near the club house,
underneath a caesalpinea tree,
what magic the clouds wove,
what fragrance the flowers released,
what madness the thirsty earth spread,
what silent words our hearts exchanged,
we have stayed friends ever since.
donot please loosen the clasp now,
i have found a soul mate in you,
different climes, different languages,
so what, we say,
we speak the language of love,
of togetherness, of poetry,
dont you ever say
you may leave me one day.
as long as life is there,
grip and clasp are bound to get loose,
but
if life departs,
then
cannot our poetry
hold the clasp
as strong as
you and i would like it to be.
.....a t p
dedicated to i.
'Negotiating the unseasonal downpour' really wowed me! Another great poem!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
My Goodnees god How Come and How Come We writers write In one or the other way About Grip and Clasp! ! Is that we feel so loose That we fear of flying To a farway land And then write a poem 'Ohhh I am Lonely' Coming to this poem.. Hummm.. YUMMY..... it is... I am in search of that Caesalpinea tree! !