Wistful a charm, a tenderness
Mysterious and soft,
To hear her voice, its warm and merry platter
Softly she say , O how much i love you
O how much i love you, you loved…….
To love so well none ever durst….
Then, even such love fades, to be it ceases…
To watch you lie to my face! How did my heart not burst,
The breakers strike blow after blow
Not break, O God into a thousand pieces
Lies veiled and bleak, the sun’s departure mournings
Lights a sufferer’s face and that is born
Of the god like pride of anguish
Like a gusty winds with sudden anger rise
Out the depths the sky stares, strange and boundless
A fathomless and fiery pit.
In passion’s savage blindness
She callously destroy’s my life.
This poem was written/submitted by Santosh.