An Entreaty Poem by Namita Rani Panda

My Love! Please stop cajoling me with your metaphoric
expressions
Which are full of sonorous words sans any sense.
You call me "My Moon"
Really it's cool, calm and extremely beautiful
But the black spots on it I do strongly disdain.

You call me "My Sun"
Truly it's source of light, life and vitality
But I really dislike it because every day it has to set.

You call me "My Red Rose"
Undoubtedly I love it's beauty, innocence and fragrance
But I truly despise its transience.

You call me "My Sweetheart"
I do love ‘me', the abode of my sweetheart
But why "my" and "yours" if we're one that no storm can part?

So my darling! Please call me in my own name
With no metaphoric exaggerations,
I'll honour all your praise and blame
In your voice tinged with love
And add charm to my name
That I yearn so much
Supremely soothing like the bell from the church.