Sajad Meer

Rookie - 30 Points (31-05-1989 / Yaripora, Jammu and Kashmir (IOK))

The Labyrinth Of Beloved - Poem by Sajad Meer

She planted herself at the shore,
And antics of hand lashes, with,
Water, that cushioned underneath,
world of wants and more.

Threw waves of tulips to the earths,
And talked out the morning drops,
Enchantress white laugh!
May give hundred million births.

Saw her five shots long,
Locked me in time to still,
As the point on the Hill,
Singing a Melancholy song.

Like the Labyrinth soul,
Encased with glassed line,
Breathless to thine,
To the everstanding pole.

Staring and muted silence,
Broke ice, i played to her,
My guff of the grey fur,
My love sense.

She hardly pleased me, now,
And kept on singing the love,
Of herself to sow,
In me the thorns of love.

I rantled and pleaded again,
'O see thine Rose now',
Put the two airs of love,
Were two, like the rain.

'Do they ever come'?
Upto the destiny as one,
Stream shore near the moon,
And sing the ultimate hum.

As i planned to break the lens,
Of the labyrinth and talk love,
To her, was broken now
The sleep ended, thence.
Oh, i was found dead,
In my cushioned bed.

© Sajad Meer,2013

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 10, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, September 17, 2013

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