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Ramakrishna Chowdary Jasti
Which spoke to me,
Once, in the language of peace,
Now, making the sound of the storm.
Which touched me,
Once, like the petals of a rose,
Now, scraping me as the teeth of wrath.
Which mesmerized me,
Once, like the love of the heart,
Now, loathes me as the enemy of joy.
Which stirred me,
Once, like the rhythm of life,
Now, torturing me as the vibrations of death.
Oh my love!
What cause you to wait for my death, still,
Though I have lost my life,
Before you have killed me, literally.
R K Chowdary Jasthi