Faded Tulips (Tribute To Keith Douglas: 1) Poem by Partha Pratim Goswami

Resembling the coldness of the adolescent moon
On some waxing or waning crescent,
She was just phenomenal through insight
And also in the semblance.

The glee of the tulips - mellowed by
Her bosom and warm heart,
Clutching my lunatic head
To quench its prodigious thirst;
Is now tarnished in lumps of
Grey powder and dull earth…
Earth that once borne my tulips
Is now imprisoned in blasts of my peace!

The clash between love and lust
Under her draped curtain- she, my
Adorned bride with such compulsion,
Is now bereaved in advance death.