Pranab k c
05/09/2011
Nice your hand
you stretched to clasp
profound sky stopped to stoop
a little palm its clear invitation
opened your soul to touch my heart
confused I hesitated I with dirt-stained coarse
beyond beach an ocean of uncertain
chained my legs to hold all passion
gravity fails to deploy its magnetic bind
a me more than me widened ecliptic axis
with blunt my eyes, fixed my toes, shut my arms
when shouted your name with every dropp of blood
absolutely unheard by unsoud treachery
waited long
humiliated
no song sung by warm
holding sky again waving your buds
you returned
and I a fourth dimensional doll
hanging alone in the space to loose
all moments of esteemed staying
simply to draw a line of dark
just to demonstrate a life more than death
Passionata...writings showing the emotions since times galore especially i like the fourth dimensional doll...a soothing feeling for the mind..a cadenza
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very compassionate poem reaching out of one's soul and pranab can pull it off in words to move the reader, well done...regards