188.Passionate Pangs - Poem by rajagopal haran
(This is happing in 1600 AD; a male and female are involved; the reason for this old setting is that the landscapes mentioned in this poem are not possible today; and love exercised here is without cell phones, laptops/black berries;
Also the flower-wearing practice is not there nowadays as ladies also have summer cut of their hair and it becomes difficult to distinguish between male and female; these are essential for this poem; hence for my writing convenience I am going back to old which is gold)
Planning to go far away
Bid farewell with a heavy heart!
Red feet of my soul mate
Trampling the ground making dents
Teeth making a false appearance
Showering a show-smile
Starts pumping arrows
Forest packed with palm trees
Garlanded by fig fruits
Strewn lavishly all over the ground
Sun scorching anything it can touch
Stones sharp piercing the toes
Of pedestrians bare-footed
Barren land bereft of greeneries
Such a space your itinerary
Planning to leave me, hey my soul?
Is it fair? Is that all?
Our dear daughter in her hug
Hot tears dropping down
Landing on the flower sweet smelling
Adorning the locks of our love symbol
Burning the layers of the fresh blossom
Sobbing vibrations shaking as a whole
Petals start falling as dead soldiers!
Dampened heart over powering
Brain stops functioning
Making way to the mind!
Is it a question of to be or not to be?
No, it is about two becoming one!
Hands extending as if in a trance
Daughter in her grip slipping far away
Air in the gap aching for space
Sweat from the bodies start filling the gaps
Now souls are one with no need for a second!
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