Love in the Hiding.
How come
My words dry
When I try
To write a love poem!
Why
The seeds
Refuse to sprout
Even in the care
Of fertile earth?
Why
The birds do not sing
Even when the dawn
Breaks into crimson?
Where did my love go?
Is it hiding in a secret cell
Or has it beenbanished
From my circle?
No,
Love can not go.
Perhaps it has fossilized
Deep under the earth crust
And some day
It will bloom
As a crimson flower
On the head of a grass blade.
BharatiNayak
My dear Bharati, I do not think it went away. I think it is in every poem you write. You love writing- and it shows. You write love poems to the world- even when you might be scolding the bad actors in life. Your love is always there, beneath the surface at times, but it is still there and we can feel its presence. Write on, you give us heart! ! 10+++++
Love! Even if it leaves us, it lives in our hearts in the 'afterglow'! A lovely poem about love not gracing a poet's efforts at wooing her!
Perhaps it is not hiding but resting in a place where it is waiting to flourish. There is so much sadness in this work, we to often want desperately to find and hold love but it slips out of our hands, thankfully the last stanza provides the ray of hope, and love will find a way. Beautiful work Bharati you reveal the human condition and the need of love so well
'Love in the hiding' is a deeply emotional and intense poem. Each verse, each line reflects sadness and despair of love lost. The last verse expresses a ray of hope, perhaps, love will bloom one day, as a crimson flower. Dear Poetess Bharati, an excellent poem that touches the core of your heart.......10
Rereading this amazing poem is very finest, excellent choice of your words,5 Stars full for this well captured poem.
I like this, but my " love" for at least one of my three former wives DID " go" , i know not where. And I also did " go" , ...on to my next wife, now with my fourth. Life is 'full of" WHYS. Why? Don't ask me! ! ! I especially enjoyed your last stanza. to MyPoemList bri ;) Writing love poems are not my forte, nor do usually care much for them. ;)
Continued... On the variety of love poems, see these to my wife: “When I Should Be Working, ” “The Room, ” and “Island Chain.” Hoping you are well and thriving, Glen
Dear Bharati, you touch on something in this poem I think I have felt. What to do? There’s waiting of course; it’s rare for me to “plan” a poem; typically I wait for inspiration then get it down. And perhaps our love poems will take different forms—like this poem of yours which is indeed a love poem that expresses the longing to sing/praise the love you feel deserved by the belovèd. -Glen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
No, Love cannot go, indeed! It is deepest within Your heart must be warmed up again and then love will come and bloom again as the hidden fire deepest in mind just try to be kind invite love with your deep desires then for sure it will come in flaming fires! ! I have enjoyed very much of the impressive poem. Thank you so much for creating