TO THEE MY LOVE
TO THEE MY LOVEThose days were my heaven
I was waiting for her in a bower to love
she came and vanised as an angel
she hold my fingers as carrying a flower
Her touch and fragrance from her hair
were really a fine moments of my life
whenever I took my pem to write
Her face will come to change my writtings as poems
Whenever i call my daughter
Her talks will remember her
Her love and her touch made me this ordinary man
as a poet and give me such pride
Where she has gone and why?
My old rituals and customs were
burried her in the South end grave yard of my town
SakthiRavichandran
Poetry by SAKTHI RAVICHANDRAN
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Written on 2007-08-20 at 07:09
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