Just when I vaguely thought
Our journey was over,
You casually walked all over
The droning tiles of my heart
With your still soiled feet,
And beautified my emptiness
With the décor of your footprints.
After the final few utterance
You stood blank, divested of words,
Voice shriveled in grueling summer
Of silence, but before your lips
Could inarticulate themselves
They curved in a perpetual smile
As prelude to a possible spring
Every time I visualized death
Within the cramped coffin space
A frail throb of an emerging desire
Wriggled in the womb of muteness
Like when I thought the caterpillar
Was dead, it turned into a butterfly
And enthralled my private garden.
even a blind alley has a surprise...who knows which new path it opens!
A frail throb of an emerging desire Wriggled in the womb of muteness What can I say Seema, really a lovely write... Love never dies; it keeps on popping up; irrespective of our conscious efforts to let it go...
another beautiful, vivid and passionate write seema ji, you know how to make reader fantasise on the magical words in your poems....i loved it and again thanks for giving me the honor to read your beautiful poems 10++++ and A++++ rgds asif
a poem of passion for which you are an expert. the poem is exciting, with less ornemental words.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
metamorphosis, caterpillar into a butterfly, life is full of surprises. lovely evocative poem,10 Mamta