Intense Yearnings Poem by P K Joy

The rose is full-blown and fragrant.
It longs, and is ready, to be handled
With caresses, smelt and fondled,
And wants to be praised and flaunted.

The gardener knows only to raise it,
He knows not to caress or praise it.
He’d proudly watch it from a distance
And might pluck it at the owner’s instance.

Desire surges in the flower’s heart
To shine in public on a hero’s breast.
The fragrant life, it knows, will be short.
So it wants to enjoy the life the most.

A poet who knows the cravings of the flower
Attempted to pluck it to smell and wear.
The gardener chased him out of the gate.
Now outside the fence he stands in wait.

With smiles and nods the flower invites.
With overwhelming joy the poet responds:
“Oh! Total beauty! To possess you I yearn.
You will give me raptures to the point of swoon.

“Loosen yourself from the stalk and free.
Then the friendly breeze will waft you to me.
I’ll grab you and run. We’ll exchange ecstasy.
I’ll show you off and stir up others’ jealousy.

“Fullness of life you’ll get indeed.
Let’s wish that this scheme to unite will succeed.
Let not the gardener lead your life to futility.
Let the yearning hearts meet and enjoy felicity.

“By bad luck, if you stay on in the garden and fade,
The keeper will prune you and throw outside.
With undiminished love I’ll gather you in parts,
Put together and cherish in my golden chest”.