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They brought her there with hands tied,
Wrapped in coarse, torn old sacks
And dumped in front of his shocked eyes;
She was calm and irresistible in charm,
Gentle, sweet, solicitous and kind;
She knew her love, who loved her most,
She loved to be there, where she was brought;
No sack or silk shakes his trust in her;
He raised his head, embraced in eyes
And laid his warmth on her sweet self.
With a bowl of black juice, held in hand,
They danced around her with savage pleasure;
Hands outstretched to disgrace her face
With muddy black juice to dim her charm,
To blunt her spell on his love-filled soul;
They mocked and laughed and pounced on her,
Called her names, poured several shames,
Ugly crow, swarthy lad, her they called;
Hapless, she looked her love with grief,
Her eyes begged him for strength and warmth.
He bore no more his darling's sad state,
He begged them all to spare foul calls;
She is stately queen on the most valiant throne,
On daily rounds in disguise, he said;
He sang her charm that no sack could hold,
He kissed her sweet grace with eager eyes;
No more black juice may cloud the sweet face,
Spare her the travails of a wash, he prayed;
His love-laden plea and bright intense eyes
Cut short those hands from the envious task.
Gratitude shone in her gentle sweet eyes,
Her heart spoke in eyes, her love and care;
She dwelled in his soul and he, in her,
Both dissolved to one in silence in distance;
Their eyes met, their hearts spoke
The common passion that held them in one;
Whatever am I, call me like him,
For, he is my goal, desire, she said;
He swelled in joy for what she said,
For, he too knew her, his life and goal.
They untied her, set to fly to love's world;
She fledged her wings and flew like wind
To love's warm nest in his eager heart;
The two hugged each and danced in joy,
They necked each and looked each
While passions flew from heart to heart
Like long bright flames of divine light;
The birds on wings that reach each other,
Flew high, far, afar to unknown horizons
Where none fence them nor disturb their love.
1Praveen Kumar9
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Thursday, February 25, 2010 |
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