Lust of the maiden infinity..
Has burnt the source of life.
As she falters to veil her cup of desire..
It spills the nectar on the breathing wonders below.
The seen and the unseen of the man and me,
Rise and flaunt to this charismatic drama...
Dressed in the gown of virginity,
And lust writ large on her face,
She wraps herself gently on it.
The last salutation of the eternal wanderer,
Subsides to the call of the begone..
Time be shy, as they sink in moments.
Blazing thy love.
That is the evening sky....
1 comment:
wonderful composition.. very well put. good usage of words though u can give one more thought to words like 'thy'... a well knitted poetry
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