“When a
little naïve love
Wrestles with
evil young lust
It is often
a scene
Where heart
takes the toll
And being
severed severely
It swears
by, and again
Through a
wave of dried tears
Claims even
to withdraw at the least possible sign
But, only if
it is not just to rain
To deprive
it from slightest of respite
To remind it
again
Of its
thirst, which it did try to quench
Off the edge
of the lips
Of a random lover,
Alas!
Oh! how mean
the moon appears
Post rain, through
the veils of thin clouds…”
By:
Praveen Parasar
Date:
11/02/2015
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