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Tonight I Can't
by Dr. Kumarendra Mallick
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  I can't take you to bed tonight,
I can't face your face
so quiet and serene,
I can't feel the ripples
on your lips so very placid,
I can't open your eyes so tender,
I can't caress your neck so slender
nor can I cover my face
under the monsoon clouds
of your silken soft tress...

My fingers carry
blood stains of my brother,
I have mouthed today
the slogans of terror,
My eyes are crimson red
with hatred and deceit,
My heart is flooded
with turbulence of revenge.
How can I revoke love,
flowers how can my hands spread
to take you tonight to my bed?

The pains of torture,
the solitude of prison,
the horrors of war,
the naked mutilated bodies
on pavements, in battle fields
and in places of worship
frighten me even in my dreams
to unrobe an innocent lamb
lying coyly in my sinned arms!

I can't envenom a silent glacier
I can't pollute a sacred river,
Tonight I can't take you to bed
I need to purify and cleanse
my stained hands, my heart and my head.

I can't take you to bed tonight,
Should I not first make myself
worthy of your gift!
May 09 ,2010
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