Preeth Nambiar Poems
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Longing For Silence
The storm is whistling through the distant trees, leaves shivering in chilled wind; the wandering clouds cover the dazzling sun; I hear far away a bird screaming in terror, perhaps lost its nest!
Come aboard, O dear, with your wings wet of rain! Though the nails would bruise my skin, leave your pace upon my palm, stay caressed by the softest touch! There is warmth within me to shelter your dreams and my duffel has grains to feed your hunger. On the shore of the flooded river, amidst the roaring of the darkest rain, here I am O dear, longing for you!
Let us have a shower in this...
The Kiss Of A Morning
A flower I am after a shower,
Of rain, of teardrops!
Washed clean, clothed white,
Touch me with your soft fingers,
Embrace me with all your love,
Kiss me a good morning!
Let me dance with you,
When the arms of the breeze touch me gently,