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Thulasithan Gnanenthiram Poem
Her feet merely touching the ground,
she walks past, like an angel,
leaving behind, a sense of loss and sorrow,
my heart in a raging war against my mind.
I make my way over the untrodden path
towards a life of solitude.
And my heart explodes,
for it strives for the beauty
and serenity that you drizzle upon me,
for thou art my passion and my reality
Where have thee gone-my
beloved, for my fondness towards thee
has not but grown over the wild shackles
that prevent my freedom, the
society haveth within its grip.
Copyright © Thulasithan Gnanenthiram | Year Posted 2021
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Thulasithan Gnanenthiram Poem
From the shadows of the old tree,
she emerges, her form unlike any
I have seen, her eyes would shame
the twinkles of a thousand stars,
as the rays of purity doth my sins.
''Has thee not sinned enough? for I,
lie here with thy face etched in my soul''.
Her cascading hair, not could the
magical yarns of the Gods bear.
My yearning soul looks upon thee
eyes for a poesy that will
never be written, a feeble flicker
dawns, for thou art be not mere love,
thou art a passion, by which I lay smitten.
The wilt'd roots flourish as the beauty
overwhelms, hath she come from God's realms....
'tis not mine, to angst about,
but dear lord, canst thou
have mercy upon a poor soul,
grant a wish that plagues
the very nature of me?
Copyright © Thulasithan Gnanenthiram | Year Posted 2021
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