SONG OF LOVE Now Let me sing about love! The reed pipe has been crushed So harsh, It is prone to produce notes of agony. The wriggling reed held tight, So is my tongue oh! Dear! The pens bleed, As exactly as my heart. Four of them attached To the stumps of my limps Amputated prematurely Without my will. They drip words crimson That smell of life, fading. Making the four chambers Gradually empty the fluid. And my heart in an attempt To survive do thump hard On the walls of bony cell. Bondage seldom is joyous, Though in vain proud ones Do thrive till it loose its life! And whatever songs formed For you my Love, were thought To be out of shed petals of rose, Terribly mislead by the ruby tone For they were flakes of flesh And the drops of blood I spread, Oh! Love for you For you who still graze on Pastures lush on lands of Unknown. I hear you beyond the golden hue Of the limitless mustard fields, Where the brim entangles its lips With that of the blushing horizon. I see you in the shadow of a dream In the vanishing twilight pretty, Behold you where the waves do Make love with the shore restlessly. I hear you in the chirp of alone cricket In the fading notes of a lark at midnight In the chime of church and temple bells And in the babbling song of the infant. Oh! My love! Where are you? Why this delay deliberate? Bless me with your benevolent Arms to ease of this pain infinite. Stop the thumping of my heart, Cease the dripping of my blood In a deliverance of sublimity. With the most delicate touch Of your unseen finger, I will lose my limps to transform Into a heavenly body To dash through the zodiac In ecstasy that can never be Described with human word. Oh ! Dear , Touch me now, Let’s sing the song of love, The true one.
Posted on: Sat, 30 Aug 2014 19:08:30 +0000