The Living Diary
I never travel without my diary,
One should always have something sensational to read
I am so glad I took it along
On my travel over the sea
As I opened its pristine pages
I knew I had to write.... this ancient legend
That touched my heart and soul
January 19, 9.30pm.
Oh Diary,
I wish you had read the legend of Kamadeva
The God of carnal love, decked with flowers
And ornaments, armed with a bow of sugarcane
Sitting on the wings of a parrot.......
With dancers all around---
Can you feel his lure
His ever shinning green eyes
His body, a carving in marble
As he enjoyed the dancers around
I sat lost in dreams....
When the pages fluttered in wind
The diary had caught the lure
Of this great God and his charms
When the sun woke me up in the morning
I saw the page of the diary open
It was reliving the ancient legend
As if our fates had been sealed
With this living myth...............
By- Tahera Mannan
For Constance La France’s contest, ‘The Diary’
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