White pearls dangle
In your tender ears.
In between the silky hair
The rosy twig ears
With pale minute hairs
Invite me to fondle.
The bangled soft hands
With purple design of nerves
Call me to caress.
Oh daughter of eve,
What man made wall,
What invisible fence,
What mood, what thought
Block me to sink in you?
Come, come back to innocence,
Make your mind tender
Like your ears and hands,
Break away the walls
And flower free in me!
-J.T.Jayasingh
looks like you've cut off all earth bonds while writing this poem...it's so obvious!
I can feel the joy in you while writing this piece...you seem to have thouroughly submerged in this poem...excellent aesthetic like your another poem Beauticia
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
:) beautiful passionate lines The poet's mind gone tender than the tender ears and bangled soft hands... beautiful poem... regards sandhya