A thought lost in thy thought…
A mind hovering over thine.
Yet, my message comes unanswered;
Sends a chill down my spine.
T’was a horrid folly, I profess
That has made a penniless outcast
From thy abode of unswerving love;
Like from the throat, cough is cast.
Oh my girl, but prithee see;
What the womb of my
folly was ?
Too much love breds possession.
Oh! Forgive the effect for the sake of cause.
Thy love by nature strong is;
Riding on the chariot of truth;
Forgiveness thy weapon be,
That gulps down many a folly ruth.
Oh! Then let thy weapon be my scourge.
The apt messenger of my salvation;
So that I be in purity reborn
To love thee again in perfect rarefaction.
---Sauru
3 comments:
Nice thoughts stringed together in what seems like a genuine apology. Your usage of words is very effective Saurabh. Liked this a lot!
Saurabh… surekh…!! Tuzya swabhavala sajeshi kavita zaliye…
And, I totally agree with Vinay about your usage of words ! :)
Thanks Vinay and Swanand :-)
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