Sunday, July 26, 2009

my virgin

A hornbill* nests in this tree,
No foliages and blossoms,
But hopes and promises.

We see the mirages,
Follow to touch it,
Again be an optimist.

Oh! my beloved,
Wait and smell my blooms,
And sleep in my branches.

I see your chattered feathers,
And blurred eyes which look and,
Thirst for love and quench.

Untile rain comes,
And purifies all stains,
Wait and pray to the Almighty.

Wipe tears and smile,
Hold your 'virginity',
Until the real ride.

*Hornbill (Vezhambal) is the official bird of Kerala.

1 comment:

nisa said...

oh..its very painful...sharp words..i cant think more...