The Pleasure Of Longing Poem by Rajendran Muthiah

The Pleasure Of Longing



As the flowing river stops for a while
and the singing cuckoo likes to be mute,
as the child evades smiles seeing a face vile,
I don't see people, fallen in pain acute.

Loving is a nice human nature
that boon isn't given to all on earth.
To her gentle eyes I must be a capture;
I think of it and fall in heavenly mirth.

When my ill-fate often batters me,
her music fills my mind with solace.
But where is hiding that ringing bee?
I try in vain to see that graceful face.

Longing to see the face which is on the run
makes the lover's life lively and full of fun.

Friday, November 14, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
When the speaker was caught in a web of the cunning people and he was in agony, there was a girl to feel pity on him. The speaker wonders about the vicissitudes of life.I have to learn something in computers for adding voice. I try it tomorrow. Thanks.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Edward Kofi Louis 17 November 2014

Nice piece of work. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. E.K.L.

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Rajendran Muthiah

Rajendran Muthiah

Madurai District, Tamil Nadu, India.
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