073.A Date With History - Poem by rajagopal haran
Like the edge of a knife
That finds way thro’ cheese,
Your thoughts cut my heart
Made soft by your memories,
Before I introspect further,
Another flick germinate deep
Sprouting into a tree
Bearing fruits of our love
Compassion, grace and goodwill
Extending the arms, to my unseen form,
Try to feed the tree with care that’s rare
Formless you, forming a stature,
Are you my God? Oh incredible beauty!
Like sheaves of paddy
Being made naked by thrashes
You make me bare everything I fare,
By constant throbbing of my tiny heart
Inside the socket of inescapable ribcage
With the swollen thoughts looking for space,
Thy warm mounts so soft, majestic and commanding,
Sending the signals for grinding my being,
Your thoughts knead my soul
Until I am pliant to the wishes
Of the cells of thy body, my Love!
Your stretched arms slender and wide,
Open up the well of bliss and wish,
Is it the oasis, oh no!
It’s a valley of treasures,
A big bounty in plenty,
For the pulverized soul
Wisdom of love suggesting the place
I rest my head on the hood of your laps,
the palanquin for dreams, and altar of my love,
Cook my spirit and ingest into thy cells
I have no energy left, to be far away from you!
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