The Separated - Poem by Preeth Nambiar
Separated I am from the soul of my contentment
Oh my beloved, smile not to fill my heart with tears!
Time leads the traveller to the destination unknown
Nay, I can't travel with these wounded knees!
Never did I look at my eyes upon a mirror near,
That which captured the beauty of the world!
Never did I thank my own warm breath of life,
That kept me walking, throughout my ways!
Never did I know you were with me, my love,
For we know not our own selves while being our selves!
I see you nearer than me, but far away from touch!
Forgive my innocence that took me from you!
The hot wind brings the smell of the summer
With its fine dust of the desert, enters my breath!
But your thoughts still evokes the fragrance,
That I cherish deep within my depth!
While I wake up from sleepless nights, my Lord,
Let me have a shower under my own warm tears!
Here I am, in front of the sanctum sanctorum
Where the lifeless stones listen to the pain! !
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