He asks me about the scarf
I waved, at the last party I ever
attended, ever and I laugh
in my sleeves, “I let it go”.
I cover my face by the veil
and fly, dear love traces the
path in the sky. He mistook me
for a gem or some art handsome
but I am a woman, my veins
filled with light. I say, I have
loved often but you should mark
I have never. I go to the quarters
at the suburbs of heaven, whose
openness radiates on earth and
where fountains breed truth
to collect fine love in my hands
again and again. That is how I
found myself loving over and over
but never loving once in whole
of my unfortunate lifetime.
6 comments:
wonderful work. :)
Thanks sunakshi, am glad you stopped by.
This is so beautiful and romantic..
Hello,
invite you to join poets rally week 56 today, submit a random poem, share and enjoy your poetic peers.
best.
charming write, keep it up.
charming write, keep it up.
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