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Awakening Love


It is drizzling
yet I miss the beauty of rain
As if it was downpour;
The midday is dim - the wonder of clouds
Yet…. I am in the dungeon of gloom.

Amidst light thunder and lightning
The crackers bloom and boom
I shut my ears and eyes like an elderly baraati. 

She comes with a cup of hot tea
I find it utterly cold
The hotter fingertips sink like unwanted shower
In the dark cold drain.

All I know I’m not in love with myself,
I miss the sprinkle of fragrance in the drizzle;
Flowers may boom, Light may be cool,
I know I’m dead like deserted rock. 

Muse , Dear lift me,
with your touch
I may be the Konark of emotions,
The Taj of memory,
The spark of ornaments;
I believe when lovers cannot, you can,
Can make me love again. 

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More By  :  Prafulla Sahu

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Comments on this Poem

Comment Thanx Ms Rupradha for your comments.

21-Aug-2012 13:13 PM

Comment fantastic..superlike!!

21-Aug-2012 01:36 AM

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