Even when you would want to trample,
And tried with such force you thought was ample,
All your rosy foot could offer with ease
To my green lips, was a kiss to please!
The days when you wielded the willow,
You wanted a track that was more mellow!
So I was made to loose so many, And my dearest fellow -
You wiped the green off amidst my hushed bellows!
Then came your days of courting – And I stood an orphan
By the time you were done flirting!
Had she given her nod an hour before,
She still would have rescued a score or more!
As if to avoid making it a remiss – there you go,
Training that infant to plant on my lips that same pleasing kiss!
You have made me carry a grudge for too long
That all I want to do to you is all that you did all along!
Here I am, looking right through your frozen shell,
And letting my roots do to you all that you did,
Waiting to hear you repent with a loud yell,
But you stay motionless and still and placid!
3 comments:
wow! fresh from the owen!!
cute!
the last stanza was very powerful...a powerful reminder that dust thou art and unto dust thou shalt be.
somehow your blogs are always about life's journey, in some form...from birth till death with death portrayed as the unvanquished...but then, instead of brooding over the inevitable, your blogs are also a celebration of life, which accepts the inevitable end as much as it embraces pleasures of the journey...guess thats the ashwin I have known all along.
@Aravind - :)
@Prassana - I prefer to dip my ideas with honey and sugar, bake them into a lovely cake, wrap them with foils, pack them in a box and give them an attractive cover before I post them as my blog! On hearing the comments, I find that many just see the wrapper, some go down to the box, a few even to the foil, a handful down to the cake-sugar-honey but very rarely and very few see the ideas behind the facade. I am too glad that you are one :)
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