Memories Of Ice-Cream Poem by Ayyappa Raja Sattanathan

Bees are active and so the skylarks
Hues are different in the sky-marks
Smooth water flows in the clear stream
Warmth really her memories of ice-cream

Her presence itself is a present
His preference in life is the crescent
Her absence could be a sharp needle in his heart
His resonance of her name is a saddle in the cart

The horse is ridden by her command
He is ready to yield without any demand
The peacock is made dance by the rainy cloud
He is without her nothing but a death shroud

She is an ice-cream in a cone
Without her he is lifeless bone
Melting taste is the brim of her sweet memory
Tilting heart is full of her swirl summary.