You pound and you don’t kill?
Do you need some death pill?
Either halt and make me still
Or stop weighing like a mighty hill.
You string my brow with beads,
And all my mercury sinks!
At this summit of all my needs,
You throttle me to fleeting winks!
Now you beat and now you smile,
All warm and proud of this act of guile,
I think you need all my while,
Before you miss her by half a mile!
3 comments:
oru hindi paatu thaan nyaabagam varudhu....
mein shaayar tho nahi
par jab se dekha
meine tujhko
mujhko
shaayrii aa gayee
puryala naa yedhvadhu hindi paya kitte kettuko...
aana, enna matter nu mattum konjam ennaku sollidu.
Is it a headache you have?? Lol... Nejamma... solidu AshwiN!
@Prassana - That'z a wonderful poem to quote here!! Similar experiences I say!
@Jaya - Its not the headache. Its my heart ;)
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