A Poem For the Lover
Write me a poem, urged the Lover
As I slipped into bed with him,
Fearing the tremors of the night
As heavy rain poured outside,
Bidding thunder to growl its boisterous song
Compelling lightning to dance in ungraceful ways!
Why should I, asked I in a detached tone
While keeping my eyes glued to the bedsheets
Why should I? Would you even care to read
If I wrote for you?
Why should I not, asked the Lover in a dangerous tone
Can you not see the genuineness of my intentions
Reflected in the expression of my eyes?
Can you not hear the laments of my heart
In my deep and profound voice?
Can you not feel the booming beats of my heart
As it somersaults each time I merely think of you?
I lifted my eyes and let them plunge in the expanse of his
Pray, how I am to write for him
If I did so, my heart would be left bared and defenseless
If I did so, my feelings would be exposed and disrobed
If I did so, the shield protecting my vulnerability
Would be thrown off, broken into millions of pieces
And I would be left unsteady and unguarded!
But the expanse of the Lover's eyes pulled me closer
In these I could see how stars birth
In these I could see what lies beyond the veil of the universe
In these I could see my meaning
In these my pulsating annoyances felt soothed
In these I chose to plunge, even if I can swim not
And soon, I was no more in control of myself,
Barely conscious that outside, the rain poured harsher
While thunder sang still more deafeningly
And lightning danced, caring not if anyone was watching it!
When he turned over to sleep
I got out of bed, opened my diary
And wrote a poem for him!
16 October 2017
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