1811-1829

Read, to understand its essence.

Birth of spring from mid 1830’s womb,
An Englishman, in early 20s, near an ancient tomb-
An umbrella in hand, from that old country fair,
Wind swooshing across lost desires without any care
Damsel’s face wrapped in silk scarf- did he stare?
Birth of desires from a virgin’s womb
Eruption of ardor from dead’s tomb…

                               Moments ago, his eyes explored hers
                               whilst she trembled in her heart
                        and that, he could not figure out or understand;
                                   Accompanied by an old lady,
                                    Flower basket in her hand,
                                       Her dainty feet, then
                                             did wane
                                           and disappear
                             with her allure, by leaving his young
                                    soul, restless and craving
                                           for her soul…

Many springs have died from nature’s countless wombs,
Yet stands still, the ancient cemetery with fresh tombs…
Same umbrella, worn-out and lost somewhere is the old country’s fair
Traumatized wind goads his disgruntled desires, he does not care
Her dark gown and scarf, still haunt- does he care?
Air fluttering across his torn face, and gray hair…
Mystique aura, does not dare for his grace!

                     Same fragrance of unknown, lost damsel, every time comes and
                                        stays around his soul,
                               the way she peeps from same old tomb…
                                         His head on her chest now-
                                         Where it is written:
                                          “Anabel Christine
                                               1811-1829"

 

Reviews

[fauxcajun]

Good / Took the reader (me) on a little journey, and I am the better for it / Your expertise in story poetry is almost flawless / The love sprung / The years past / The grave calls . . . Excellent