Anuradha Bhattacharyya
Kolkata INDIA

Stain

As long as you keep
Imprisoned in conceit
There's no holding hands;
Pleasure not for me
Where it stinks
Of old Narcissus.

If you said it was your desire
And not your yielding
To an inferior's wish;
If it were not your reversing
Your lust into mine
For self-deceit;
If your pure blood
Worshiped chaste union
Of two equal spirits,
Then, oh, surely it were bliss
In entwined sleep.

My violent heart-beats
Fret me too much:
Things are amiss
Between you and me
As yet.
Saturday, January 17, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: dignity,fears,loneliness,lonely,lost love,love hurts,pride
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
In the book Knots,2012
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COMMENTS
Prof. sakate Bharat 29 January 2018
Stains are not stains but these are marks of thinking man
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Sekharan Pookkat 09 June 2015
Desires stains in lust And wipes the spirit of love
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