Temple Of Love Poem by Reshma Ramesh
Temple Of Love
In the temple of love,
she hovered around impatient,
frowned brows and pouted lips,
white veil floating behind
touching the holy ground,
the goddess of love
she waved her hand
the colors maroon, red and
the yellow in her heart
came to life and sprinted
across, colored the flowers,
with a sigh, she sat,
the sweetness of her love,
and the beauty of her cheek, mellow.
they know not how her being
cries for the prince,
her trembling lips,
her sweet hands, reaching out
for his lovely kiss
to taste the wine on his lips
in soft undertones she spoke
to the stone she picked from
the path, 'Have u seen him not? '
To the peacock passing by
said she, 'In the temple
of love when the prince
stopped, tired from the ride,
the water he quenched his
thirst with, pouring from
her hand, his eyes in hers,
traveling down to her lips,
then to her bosom, the
colors that then leaped
from his eyes, golden and
silver dashed across
the garden and colored
the springs and the fountains,
have you heard from him not? '
The temple he left
that night colored with
gold and silver
with his back to her
tearful eyes, he lives
in her dreams forever.
a sequel to poem 'Temple Of Love' by Poet Sadiqullah Khan
A GREAT WOOOOOOOOO WOW WOOOOOOOO WELL DONE AS ALWAYS 10SSSSSSS
Love made eternally beautiful in this poem of yours... A lovely poem... Simply loved it...
Reshma, Remarkable the continuations, expensive, it is very beautifully... 10..... Best wishes, Tsira
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He shall return I know For all the earth in wander To many places and loves But my love has the beauty Of being honest when tired Of seeing all others and many When returneth he from distance One such evening when the sunset And in the autumn when the flowers Shall wither and on dry stem The golden ray shall tell me The happy news and from the morning The black crow was crowing An omen good like each day I waited in despair to look Deep in his eyes and read all suffering In my paradise when he enters He shall forget of the world and after Like the vines of wines in autumn I shall bear fruit when watered by his love , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , what a poem, you have bound me with endless love in sequels in thirst, in love and wine where shall i go and to whom return has any one returneth to the self from self i escape and to self i return , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , a 10 from me, , ,