Tingling Heart Poem by Chris Prabu

Once, books were my girlfriends,
I spent my time with them.
They adored me in all time
whether I was in lonely or
Being with someone.
They're sharing my bed
And gave me unforgettable pleasure.
That was undoubtedly eternal.


But, When I engaged and married
A tender, fair, kind, pretty girl
I forgot them completely
And went behind her like a slave,
That made them fury
And sent their wrath against my wife,
And she is no more,
As went her abode left me all alone.


My colourful, lovely life
Scatters as a dreadful dream,
Like a green lush oasis
Turned as a barren desert.
Now, I don't know anyone
To console my tingling heart.
So, I am begging at the same girlfriends
Who shared my bed once.