Theme: Love

Unrelieved

Thorns in the rosy bush
When prick
our bloody fingers
we begin to lick -
daggers when plunged
through our flesh
anguished, we press
the affected part
and relieve it
of its pain

But when your painful
love-knife struck
my soul’s sweet melody -
what remedy you
provided
my bitter heart
to ease my pain
for me to start
afresh?


A series of Past Tense – poems from 1972 -1986 

08-Jun-2013

More By  :  Julia Dutta

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