The first buds of love
Attracted to her
Since my youth,
Like the unstoppable swerve
Of an iron filing
Towards a magnet,
I had left the reigns
Of my imagination free
To let it weave
A necklace of poems
To glorify the mystery
I had seen hung around her.
Fear it was not,
When we had first met,
Yet, the words failed
To emerge from me
Pointless though
They'd have been.
Such was the influence
Her presence had on me
That the silence
Was the only edifice
I could rest upon
To feel the intensity
Of that instant
That had catapulted me
Into a state of love
And, its longings
That give it wings
I knew not 'til then.
Copyright © Pramod Rastogi | Year Posted 2017
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