A Vulnerable Life
by kumud ranjan
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! |