My princess!
My heart aches at your face
pale,
My heart strings- fragile, moulds bale.
Droops,
lively blossom-mottled cheek,
Drips, my sorrow – your Bridal
Veil in bleak.
My princess!
Upon the mirror of my love
sheen,
Twinkles, your glorious beauty preen.
Ah!
Entombed into me, your soul,
Now, bade me disfigured –
deserted doll.
My princess!
My arms- tender, longs for
you,
Seeks your vision to embrace you.
Hold me; I will
cede you my heart’s pulse,
I will resuscitate your sleeping
beats convulse.
©-SAMARENDRA PATRA-2011
Author,
poet-(INDIA)
title-2-Drips, charismatic beads….
Bows, early
dawn’s opalescent sky,
Transient strokes, infinite grace.
Drips, charismatic beads from on high,
Onto the caravan of veins, slumbering solace.
Rejoices, Splashes of green
tender,
Beads: crystal, reflecting light Prismatic: amber.
Flakes of dulcet tone, camouflaged slender,
Spout-symphony woven out of air.
Caressingly,
spreads on Sepal’s palm,
Dew: beads, slithers, Voyage-sinuous.
Gleams -At the apex of ladybug’s charm,
Suspends-
spherical, ecstasy, pearly-gloss.
©-SAMARENDRA PATRA-2011
Author, poet-INDIA