Nira’s Tale Of Love Vi - Poem by Tuna Biswal
Nira’s Tale of Love VI
Not as a child of mother, She kept aloof;
Her virginity was mocked by Her mad proof.
“Oh Impurity! ” was Her only oddity,
With whom She enjoyed in nudity.
Few days passed on dreaming him,
‘Oh Akash’, finally got the name unseen.
Many portraits She carved in silence,
His nose, His ears, His lips in His absence.
While giving shape to the eyes of Her God;
Felt insecure, cozy and a sense of myriad.
She could not look at His radiating eyes,
Bathed in the sea of pure holy cries.
The twin curve were so charming like a saint’s rosary wing,
Her sunken, bald and tormented body was ready to sing.
Ecstasy- the angel she was searching for,
His dense turf on wide collar bowled her over.
The arched opening were most passionate,
She sucked blood out of it in night.
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