Time Stood Still Poem by ROOP REKHA BHASKAR
Time Stood Still
To wait at the crossing to glimpse her silhouette,
To see her hair flutter across her face
And tenderly I imagine, brushing it aside.
Her satin dress caressing her toes;
The wind lifts the creases, like a laced fern
Placing the flowery folds, just above her knee.
And I dream my hands are there to cajole it down.
She waves at toddlers splashing in green waters
One offers a fragrant Water Lily, and she puckers her nose;
She sneezes from the pollen, and I picture myself
Extending a scented handkerchief.
She plucks the fruits of the orange trees,
With the stick she always brings.
Her blue eyes raised, she looks upwards
She catches the sun’s rays, on her sculptured face.
saunters vulnerable on the meadows maze.
And I desired to embrace this Sun Goddess,
To shield her from the pleasant heat and rain.
Mystified, I walk miles across the fields to watch;
Obsessed to gaze this beauty, to my heart’s core;
Tussled my courage, scrapped my fear,
To confess my love for her.
Perchance, it was not worth its while?
As I was vocally dumb… and she would decline..?
Wakeful nights, restless days, unbearable were they;
Decisively, I strode to her one day, and grasped her orange stick;
Her eyes morphed bluer, her face white as Lily,
Bemused; arms flayed wild in utter panic;
Tenderly I stretched my hand for her to take.
“Please, ” she said, her melodious tone perplexed;
“Can you find my stick? I cannot see.”
My vision blurred; and…
Time stood still for me.
I thought the heroine was blind instead of being dumb! That would have explained better why she was carrying a stick always! Or did you deliberately tried to conceal her real handicap? Any way I got a jolt when I came to the end of your story! I could follow this beauty everywhere...... near the pond where water lilies grow, the orange tree, the sprawling fields.... that's the gift of good poetry.... the ability to take the reader along! A sure 10
Initially I thought you used the words 'vocally dumb' just to suggest that he couldn't express his love in words. Your note at the end helped here. A good poem where again you have concealed the truth till the concluding stanzas.
Nice one Roop I thought its a fairy god mother looking for her magic wand (stick) We can't command our heart to choose whom to love and be love..we can feel pity but love is another story.Just give him your advice if they are meant to be love will finds a way..
A touchy one of the dumb and the blind. Feeling of the person expressed nicely. But vocally dumb! ! ! ! ! ! ?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/30/2024 8:03:15 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Mystified, I walk miles across the fields to watch; Obsessed to gaze this beauty, to my heart’s core; Tussled my courage, scrapped my fear, To confess my love for her. “Can you find my stick? I cannot see.” My vision blurred; and… Time stood still for me. i am taken up by your desire to go to her and see her. That is a mystery for me only to find at the end that she needs you. very poetic expressions throughout my dear Roopa. thank you very much.