THE ROSE IN THE DESERT

Written by: ASOKUMAR PANANGAD

THE ROSE IN THE DESERT

Days dragging with patches of memories of unhappy infancy
You fell on me as rain in hot summer
A traveler in desert sans company has no dreams of paradise
But collage of thoughts of imminent tragedy

Horrible flashes of father kicking mother
Tears she shed measured ocean of torture
Found no the other side of the ocean
She swam with lean tender hands with children intimidated

Home without love is hell;
Father is the devil; torturer of wife and children
Little hearts grow brooding over vengeance
Agony and persecution nourish malevolence defeating benevolence

Castaway perplexed in the desert of despondency
I saw you; the rose in desert; fountain of relief and love
Words flowed as drops of grape wine
My soul flew to a new horizon where doves hover with gentle wings

In the deepest chamber of my heart I preserved
Watered with my tears not to fade
Brighter than the brightest in the whole world
The solace and zest in the lonely battlefield

My ecstasy and partner in celebration
My love and breath; pulse of my life
The autumn of the crusader
The peace in my sleep and sweetness in my dream

You adorn the desert; wonder in the barren
A diamond glittering in the darkness
An expectation to the forsaken
Lighthouse to the ship in the storm

                                                                                        ASOKUMAR.K.A
                                                                                                 12/12/12