Call-Centre2 - Poem by Rajpal Singh
What magic in her voice has she
With which she often tantalizes me;
Ignorant am I though about her unseen beauty,
Her spiritual presence, of course, is being felt by me.
When I wake up in the dead of night
And find her hunting me, though she's out of sight;
An union of two virtual bodies by a restless mind
Is being done in its most imaginative flight.
Alas! Had I power of a ghost,
Which can occupy the body of a guest,
I would merge with my dear heart
Making her body my dwelling place, the best.
Two souls would live then in one home,
With barriers and interference of none;
Both would talk, sing, play and roam
Within one body of blood, flesh and bone.
The maxim ‘love at first sight'
Is untrue and not fit with this case,
For restless each feels day ‘n' night,
Whereas glimpse none has at other's face.
Lovely, I feel, she would be,
Of course lovelier than the full-moon;
Bright her face would be,
And brighter than the summer-noon.
Her gait would be smooth and wavy,
Like the run of mountain spring;
Her smile would be full of glee
Like the bloomed flowers of a spring.
What malady, O' World, ailed me,
For lighter became my broad breast;
Vacuity arose in its inner cavity
Being clouded by the air of unrest.
Captive became my head now,
By the power of a lovely force;
My heart remains with me though,
The sign of usurper has been endorsed.
My head loses control over my heart
Which rhythms slow or very fast;
Thoughts wander, and concentration thwarts,
And helpless and feeble I feel at last.
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