Rabindranath Tagore

(7 May 1861 – 7 August 1941 / Calcutta (Kolkata), Bengal Presidency / British India)

The Kiss - Poem by Rabindranath Tagore

Lips' language to lips' ears.
Two drinking each other's heart, it seems.
Two roving loves who have left home,
pilgrims to the confluence of lips.
Two waves rise by the law of love
to break and die on two sets of lips.
Two wild desires craving each other
meet at last at the body's limits.
Love's writing a song in dainty letters,
layers of kiss-calligraphy on lips.
Plucking flowers from two sets of lips
perhaps to thread them into a chain later.
This sweet union of lips
is the red marriage-bed of a pair of smiles.


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  • Gold Star - 16,874 Points * Sunprincess * (3/30/2014 8:06:00 PM)

    .......a beautiful kiss poem...enjoyed.. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 23, 2010



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