To My Young Wife - Poem by Ravi Panamanna
I am writing umpteen verses
And my lass dances in grace.
I am glancing at the twinkling stars
And they whisper all our secret themes.
On endless beauty doth I meditate
And I am within thy supple figure.
I am scanning the distant blues
And it is all thy blushing eyes.
I am in the vale of springs
And it brings me thy charming face.
I walk among the cool shades
And feel thy radiant smile.
A veil of mist now embraces me
And I am lost in thy soft kisses.
I lay in this flowing moonlight
And thy coldest spot I gently kiss.
The solemn notes of this night
Unto me whisper a tale of silken nights.
In strong, surging waves
We are tossed to blissful moments.
The last traveler is now gone
The slumbering world is preparing for bed.
Like us, the candle is burning
And my dreams are on an endless wing.
I look through the window
And see a lonesome bird on wings.
He sails unto the distant dales,
Upon the wings he carries solitary moments.
Time hath separated us
But not distance, I stress.
I am hearing your silent weep
Like the singular voices of the distant woods.
We are too young to withstand,
Pearl drops are whispering in the wind.
The candle is melting through last phase
But my pen has miles to go.
Like our wandering thoughts
Moon is wandering among the clouds.
And when thou art burning within me
The passage of this night is too small for my pen.
The theme is obvious. Those who happen to live in separation due to force of circumstances can easily know the depth of this poem. May god bless them for circumstances to live together. This is my prayer.
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