Love At Last Poem by Sareen Raj

In your eyes I see a new world
as mighty as a towering knight may hold

Your face like a shining moon
gorgeous and glittering like the days noon

Your eyes like the giant seas
filled with the passion of the spring’s leaves

Your lips taste like summers honey
patched in the woods beneath all lonely

Nothing can match you my highness
not even the summer’s day or its brightness

Even if the world roars to separate us
and the mountains move in fury
yet love will come still and stand as sturdy

The whole world may test and try
take my life and merely fly.
Yet my heart will never die
nor even dare to lie

For the love once loved
cannot be lost so soon
For it cannot be killed
or cast away so soon

The love would flow
in the hostile air
Even as the stars in heavens
just watch and stare

Coz the love always flow without a cease
It would just grow without even a breeze

I haven’t seen my love
since twelve days
Twelve days seem to be
twelve long years

My beloved says that
this has to be indeed like this
But my heart will
taste the bitterness and would always miss

The love forever
will grow and grow
Even if the greenlands
do not drench with the quelling snow

My love henceforth
will not wither away
As the shortest night
or as the rainy day

It would always long
for what is lost
for what was its own

It would love to live to atleast dream
Lest the Gods not give it a last gleam

For a longing heart is almost dead
There is nothing, nothing more to be said

To tell it to die seems to be very simple
But to feel it is really a stifle
Let the world not cast its pain on it
For the seasons would only
fade away with it

Who will heal this broken heart?
Is there any angel above who would come down now?

Why should someone take all the pain
and suffer all day long?
Why can’t God answer and make us unborn?

If God cannot...
why can’t he give a final blow
And give death if he is unsure

Why this life and strife
why this solitude all around
why this heart should beat
giving pain and agony

Why should someone be so cruel and hard
Even though it may be a god or an earthly bard

Every soul has a reason to live
and a reason to die
Even the wind does not know
why it has to usually cry

If there is a God who made all these
Let him only answer and open up all the keys

It’s a tussle every soul has to face
In the weary and the wrinkled race
In the need of the hour all men think
The thought would not shine nor even blink

This is how
the life would end
Without a trace
or even a trend