Friday, August 26, 2011

STILL I HOPE

The golden wrinkles on the cheeks of sensuous ocean; far
Seeks the lips of setting sun;blushed.
They are in their celestial love; at height.

Oh! the golden crescent in gray deep sky; rows
With his darling amidst the milky cloud;twinkles
To reach her the shore across the zodiac; safe.

How mad in love the chuckling waves; throbs
And hugs the shore and the heaven's eyes; blushed.
The hopes and dreams of Nature; our strength
Pumps the blood of love;our soul
Through all veins; sparks the life.

Alas! but the human heart drains its blood,
For the dearth of love;the caste and creed part.

I pour all my pain of wounded heart; numb.
But I hope my future heart lings quench their love;bloom
And kindle their jubilant hope and ;glare.
Balakrishnan.cherkala kasaragod
balakrishnan.kmb@gmail.com

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