I Don't feel guilty
But feel the pain
For my pure love
once more unaccepted
Washed down the drain
Maybe
it's in my flavour
Maybe in my
changeable moods
Maybe I love too much
None can deal
With its deep roots
You touched my skin
Left deeper imprints
You kissed my lips
New hope took birth
Every pore is drunk
With your fragrance
Every time I breath in
You slip in with grace
I try hard
To resist
Your addictive charm.
To stand alone
And Not reach out
For your
strong arms
But everything fails
Your thoughts
Just prevail
Foot prints
On cement floors
Of my heart
My soul.
Another sad, but well written, poem, Nalini. Jilted again? Sometimes people don't realise what they have until it's gone. I'm sure things will work out for you, eventually.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love is a spiritual experience that affects all and sundry profoundly, its effects linger long after the source of stimulation is gone. It is whimsical and temperamental, it comes unannounced and leaves without warning. One shouldn't spend time worrying about its departure because worry won't bring it back. A nice love poem, well articulated and nicely penned. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem THE PHOENIX STRANGLER.