' A Poem Of Love On A Spring Morning ' Poem by indira babbellapati
' A Poem Of Love On A Spring Morning '
When my eyes
For the first time
Chanced upon your eyes
Haven’t I seen
A familiar flutter in the lashes?
Yes, I’ve known
The zigzag pieces
Trying to arrange themselves
In different combinations
Into a perfect symmetry of
Ethereal grace, translucent beauty
Till the flutter of this moment
No more will people call me mad
As when I went about
Sketching in the thin air
My blunt fingers trying in vain
To give you a form
How I wish
This mortal skin was all eyes!
I’ve not known love
Is this...?
Not to indulge in the polemics
Of whether it’s human or divine
I simply know
It as beyond the skin confines!
Each flutter made the long sown seeds
Crack open, sprout and bear buds
The latent buds bloomed into flowers
Of unsurpassable hues together throwing up
One unique scent that’s you
I bathe in the perfume
In my primordial glory…
05 Apr 2011
08.20hrs
No more will people call me mad As when I went about Sketching in the thin air My blunt fingers trying in vain To give you a form How I wish This mortal skin was all eyes! - - - - - - - - - -Wow- - -How to paint the ethereal feelings of love? An exquisitely beautiful poem.
A Thing Of Beauty Is A Joy Forever - John Keats. A nice romantic poem written in poetic diction. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.
the spring time morning is many things too many people..for the lovelorn the cool morning breeze ignites the inside...great poem indira..thanks...
Details are extremely informative.... But the line...'This Mortal skin was all eyes.' is beautiful....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/6/2024 2:21:54 PM # 1.0.0
The growing and cracking seed of form, represent as one's love, is a remarkable metaphor. I greatly enjoyed this piece. You have serious talent.