LOVE UNDER THE INCA
When I planted a stolen kiss on your lips,
Those tender lips so innocent and pure!
Between the tall bushes and slender trees,
Gaining strength to endure!
With your black hair’s cascading flow,
And your beauty all shimmering bright;
When you anxiously looked back to see,
And hurried back with steps so light!
And at night under the starry sky,
I think of you as my guiding star!
With your laughter like the mountain stream,
You stay so near, and yet you are so far!
I go to bed with your happy thoughts,
And think of the goodness of your heart;
Of kissing you behind those bushes once
When our lips will get locked, - never to
- Raj Nandy
16 May 09
(In this poem an Inca youth passionately yearns
for his mate! The Incas remained close to nature
& revered the sun, the moon & the stars! Those
interested, kindly read 'Machu Picchu-The Lost City
Of The Incas'- on page 7, you will not regret it!)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.