144.Recession Of Expression Poem by rajagopal haran

Unable to bear
Your hair fall
I shall bear you
In my eye-lids

You are my word
Uttered through honey
I shall hold you
On my tongue

You are my star
Shining far in the east
I shall behold thy light
In my eyes forever

You are the scent
Of the roses blossoming fresh
I shall catch the smell
In my nostrils without breathing out

Unable to find
A way of worship
To express my love
I sleep in the bed of Autumn

23 11 2008