Unquenched Love Poem by Saju Abraham

Love is unquenched;
Life remains a thirst;
She’s the story in between,
A story quivering to be told.

She awaits him every night;
Last aberration she hopes.
At the banquet she seats herself,
Nakaab on and not a word.
At wee hours of the day,
His scrambling feet wake her
To clear the stale food.

With swollen eyes and laden heart,
She picks herself up for the day.
Absorbs pain by the night,
Only to bathe in it by the day;
Like the desert standing the sun,
To sleep under the moon’s chill.

All she was she surrendered him;
He too held back nothing,
When their bodies chanced to meet.
To ash she’d go for him,
But her heart desired for more of him.
He craved more of everything.

Her love will always be unquenched,
And her life an unfinished story.