Still

It's here where I lost it

It's all over on this crafted walls 

inscriptions of desire

Where I couldn't wish to look further.

 

The scent of that whimpering awoke my stubs

in the midnight void I was coaxed in a dream.

why should this sweet mellow exhume my bygones?

Down the meadow I danced towards the fountain.

 

She lay gazing at eternity

my stubs Identified with her serenity

Like soul mates: we lay gazing at eternity

as my stubs reinvented in her serenity.

 

Still I lay drunken and wet in the meadow

still she cling to the fading rose I put on her saree

Still I look at eternity in her profound serenity

Still I lay dreaming.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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