A Love On Wings Poem by Abhi Bhattacharya

A Love On Wings



The Creation...

A child fairy from North she was, Flowvi - her name,
Her face, sculpted by Moon with love and a heart,
Sun had given.
With little blue wings, did she flutter around
In her garden
While her mother, prayed in the temple of love and of
The divinemaiden.

Come the snow, they traveled East, to see
The lush green fields around Orphan Lake
There, with her golden hands, she curved a man
With the leaves in flake.
Kiogo, she named him, and kissed him to life
Lilith saw it all; possessed and caged him
In a Southern hive.

The Lament...

Soon, in a state of despair
Flowvi called upon Mercury to help prepare,
Communications with Kiogo who was in doom
While waiting for his creator in his asylum room.

The message was delivered by the winged God
To the dark cell, to the possessed ward.
Reply did he give to the message of love from his creator
But Lilith got the wind of it and took him to dungeons later.

The green God went on dropping her messages in his cell
But with cuffed hands did every reply Kiogo fail.
And soon without a word from the child of her mind,
She cried in grief with sorrow till her eyes went blind.

Darkness came in South and North was in light
And her love sank deep,
As life pushed her, away from plight.
Kiogo toiled hard guided by Lilith and
Prepared to serve the Mammon hiding his love
That had turned to sand.

The Resurrection...

As time went by, aged in years
Kiogo learned to fly, while his floating figure, magic bears.
One day she came, damsel by then
Flying on her green wings and in the sky, met him again.

It was a joy that eroded the cover of grief
Around the long lost love that was actually, still in the keep.
Exchanged their stories, as they met each day,
Showed to each other the chains that life did lay.

A Residual pain...

And soon the pent up love, flowed out like mountain spring.
They dreamed of togetherness and the joy it were to bring.
The grief had dissolved but in sleep, a pain remained,
That he was now cared by another maid is
By what her Id was stained.

Thursday, August 6, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: chains,fairy,grief,love
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After many years I found the girl I loved in my teenage
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