Love Has No Dialect Poem by Vadakkumpurath Ramesan

He was dreaming
To meet a pair of eyes
With a droplet of love
That kept for him
In the heart of one
Whom God created for him.
The dream was his strength
And he waded through
The roughness of desert
The roughness of the sea
The roughness of hot sun
Yet his dream of lover
Never lose color
Nor did it lose the scent
That incited him tirelessly.
He mounted his horse
That too was excited
To find its mistress
As of it was its dream
He moved from place to place
To placate his dream
To find out the eyes
That carries the teardrop
Of love kept for him!
On one night of full moon
He dismounted from the horse
And slept on the grass-bed
With no dream in sleep.
He woke up on distrubed
By the reeling sound of a pulley
And looked around to see
A women in veil
Drawing water from the well
And stretched his crested palms
With no words to converse.
She gave him the water
That quenched his thirst
He raised the veil
Only to see the droplet of love
Of the pair of eyes
That he searched for
And he was pale
Before the bright face
Of his bride
That shined like a moon
Brilliant to make
The stars also pale!
They conversed
In the long urge of love
With no dialect
Yet found by humans!