Making Love... Poem by Kesav Venkat Easwaran
Making Love...
Falling over Rock
on course
and rolling over
smooth,
Water tells him
on her bed
a secret
in his pores!
'Day in day out,
I make you look
bright clean and new,
wash off all those
dirt and rags
that clings on
to your cracks,
Keep you always
shiny black
showering
love on you'
kissing rocky cheeks
-a smack-
tells 'much I
care for you'
Rock silently
nods and smiles
embraces
tightly close
Struggling under
rocking love
Water giggles
and froths!
Rolling again in joy
love flows
incessantly
on course…
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...contd... the love in between crevices you alone have imagined and seen we enjoyed the naturality o poet of PH you are creative You reminded me when on a rock we two sat helplessy enjoyed that moment too you took me back to my youth..who wouldn't love you
"Rolling again in joy love flows incessantly on course…" love is a constant giving and receiving. The rough rocks smooth with time.Thanks for this gem!
Whenever we perceive the falling fresh light on rock and we motivate life, we feel the touch of love of nature. We feel God's greatest love within each heart beat and our emotional mind. Even rock silently nods and smiles. This poem is very beautiful and excellently penned.
An elegant piece of poetry with sweet poetic expression! I liked these lines most, " 'Day in day out, I make you look/bright clean and new/wash off all those/dirt and rags/that clings on/to your cracks, " ....Beautifully penned......10
Love is in everything everywhere. A bit of wild wet yet soft imagination this. Thanks. Glad my piece impressed you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Wow for over a decade you've been around.., , and after 12 years I have just read you.....so under which rock have I been?
Under anonymous rock! Thank you. Glad my poem impressed you