An Elegy of Two Love Birds
An Elegy of Two Love birds
Love and Compassion
are not the same,
sometimes love becomes compassion
and.
Compassion, love.
On the Himalayas of relation,
the other name of mercy-Love,
standing on the foothills,
‘Have mercy on me !”
They sang the eternal song
blending it
with gestures of flowers
accompanied by soft winds
and,
found a heaven
in their lofty hearts.
The flowers they planted,
the fruit bearing;
the trees they nourished
the flowers of their hearts
the kind of seasons replated
the glory of flowers, fruits;
the melody of their lives.
The ultimate destiny of melody
the spring of their hearts peace
many a moonlight smiled
many a spring flower bloomed
many a dark clouds frightened their hearts
many a night darkened their lives.
Love does not add
to one’s self confidence
It renders one indecisive
uncertain and helpless.
The helpless timid hearts
caught by fire
the endless flames
the flame of their innocent lives;
they screamed,
tears rolled down their cheeks
the separation pearls-
being ambered with remorse.
On the land of sorrows
beside the ocean of tears,
they are now trudging
round the valley of death.
Is it !
the end of two loved hearts ?
Copyright © Neelamani Sutar | Year Posted 2016
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