Hovering At the Threshold of My Self Lost Paradise
i saw my face in your eyes before our marriage
felt to be matched with and made for each other
rhythm of your nuance was with me in those days
as the river earth and water tied together as one
shimmering waves of feeling carried heavenly waltz
our bower was our closed chests of tranquility
adored each other we were in oneness in soul
all these are my golden days' sweet memories
now my sullen solitude embarks painful hysteria
hovering at the threshold of my self lost paradise
Copyright © Bl Devnath | Year Posted 2016
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment