My Song Poem by prasanna kumari

My Song

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Could you please hold my hand, my dear
And listen to my song? My song of joy and pain
My song of footsteps washed off by the waves,
Of music of the heart both melt and unmelt
Of the Kajal-mixed hot tears and the pain
Of the journey by the snake-boat sinking down and down

Could you please listen to my song, my dear
Of the serene calm morning and dawn
Of the young sun’s golden rays showers
Of the sweet notes of anklet picking flowers
And the whole lot of them snatched away
Away for ever, from the breeze of joy

Could you please listen to my song, my dear
Of childhood joys and brotherly love
Of the pain of separation of us being scattered
To the corners of the world by the tempest of
Ill-fate; leaving behind memories deep
Heaving the sad sigh of my emptied life

Could you please listen to my song, my dear
Of the butterflies that saw us happy on the swing
Holding the spring in our tender hands
The sky grew dark scaring and staring
The torrential rain with vengence!
We lost the spring and floated down and down

Could I recline on your breast in ease and comfort, my dear
We searched for life in the heaving waves
Our limbs became lumps and dead tired
And I woke up with my spring lost forever
What a heavy loss it was!
Let me find solace in your bosom, my dear...

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kee Thampi 01 February 2007

it is beyond mystical....but moving..... Holding the spring in our tender hands The sky grew dark scaring and staring and again .We searched for life in the heaving waves this poet is really incarnate love in beyond life

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