Love and Transformation

“Tell her that there is a person, in the moments of her presence, in the moments in which she takes breath, in every blink of her eyes and, in the movement of her hairs, who lives a lifetime…”--Anu
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My love is transformed-

Into something I desired:

Distance;

To justify the existence,

Of the words-

I never uttered;

To understand the smiles-

That never bloomed on your lips;

To justify my tears;

And with the flowers of mortal agony to-

Dress my bleeding heart.

[Picture Courtsy: Dustjacket Attic.]

Comments

Terri said…
I find this poem intriguing...
good job, Me Ho.
rohini said…
very weellll sir ji
ANULAL said…
Thank you Tia Terri, and Rohiniji. Both of you are very sweet. "Lots of Love." Let that be our slogan.

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