Theme: Love

Nine to my Beatrice-III

I know I am up against an iceberg.


My Titanic love had hit you and broke to pieces.


Now, I struggle like an eviscerated frog


On the dissecting table in a biology lab.


Not that you are passionless;


But your eyelids drop down


Like autumnal leaves looking at me.


There is a great Saharan silence


That I have been unable to break


Which kills me.


The pain permeates my psyche


And I suffer a wordless agony.


As your admirer


Don't I deserve a minute's court?


A minute's attention?


Even a flower beyond my reach


Wouldn't forbid me from looking at it.


All beautiful things are part of nature.


They have no preferences


When someone tries to please himself


Without infringement or interference.


Grant me this concession:


To pass these hours of angst


Merely looking at you,


Your movements


And their grace.



More By  :  N. S. Murty

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