A Vulnerable Life

by kumud ranjan
(india)

Lovely was she as my life
Then, there was no strife
Though she wasn’t my love
Still, I was able to see her
Like a breeze, feel her
In my dreams she used to whisper
She walks as if a dancing river
On my face she sprang: fragrant hair
She was my wish, my prayer
The day came when I proposed to her
No reply, she trembled in anger
She denied, my love was lost
The angel I worshipped was lost
Her cool breath still I feel
Her cuddles I remember still
The enchanted smile I did not forget
She gave my life reason, zest
Now she is nowhere in my life
In dreams she is my lovely bride
She has become my lost fate
One whom I can never forget…


Send a message in a bottle to the one you love. Timeless and utterly romantic!