Enchantment Of The Heart Poem by Basanta Lohani

My infancy blazes
In silent hate
Like fire in dried grass
And smolders in the subconscious.

My grownup years
Reflect the heat waves
And scorched in conscious agony
I fall flat on my bed.

My left arm limply
Curls up to my breast
And the right
twitching like the weaver's bow
stretches unaware
Over my beloved's heart.

She's lying beside me
Quiet like a child,
Her lips curled slightly
In a half-formed smile,
As fairies play in her dreams
In bowers of bliss.

My arm rocks gently
With the rhythmic fall-rise
For a while
And then goes to sleep.