Saturday, April 19, 2008

A Divine Gift


Green hills yes!! Creepers covered hills
He sat looking towards the cloudy Horizon
Winged ones flying   so fast as they can
Their voice breaks the silence for a while
 
The breeze fresh and cool blows so slow
and brings scents from  village gardens 
He sat beneath the trees, by the lake 
there she came on that moonless night
 
 Beautiful moonless night, they whispered. 
Moments, yes!! Celestial, they enjoyed  
The scent of her long hair, it was of rose
The musk of her body sweat tickles his senses
 
Lovely moments, filled with shame and surprise
the wind blows again, yes!! As a warning siren
His eyes opened!! no musk and no roses near
adieu...nothing is true yes!! Even a divine gift.