Seema joglekar

Qualms Of The First Man-I - Poem by Seema joglekar

Qualms of the First Man-I

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Before the First Neanderthal drew to his cave, his woman frail,
Through his every pore sang the lyrics of primeval hill and dale,
To first stir, his heart's desire, to lift the human spirit higher.
More daunting than His hunting games, Brooding Man found Creature
Woman; Wielding his quarry bludgeoning club, wondered why
She grew wary in his presence or she returned not his war cry
Or followed his evincing trails, his endless stalking never to trap or ensnare
Candy-crusted darts, more piercing than his poison arrows, her stare,
Or why her swaying grace pounded his heart with rocks, or at her door,
Spoils of his conquests went untouched.More entwined his misgivings
Than the prudish vines.His frenzy to please her, her bindings.
- - While all she sought was to bask in the rainbow of his smile,
As he extended his hand, his plonking Big Foot her music, her song
As she waited in abated breath-wondering -what took him so long.

8th March-2013

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 6, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, March 6, 2013

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