Love

Bhagirathi,in Gangotri.jpg

PHOTO:  RUPAK ROY

 

There are no suns, moons or stars in you-

neither the ocean, no sky nor even a firefly

ever made any presence about your being,

yet I hear your silent steps in my heart.

 

Your lips are the exotic trees with rare blossoms-

that unfurl their petals not in profusion

to drown me in colors or perfume,

yet I feel their soft touch in my core.

 

You are no flower but a hardened rock-

that rose above brine water of the eyes

of my broken self in a broken world.

 

You rise as did our Himalayas-

with the warm heart in layers of snow

while I am a pebble of prayer.

 

Posted for dVerse MTB ~ Neruda and the free sonnet hosted by Bjorn Rudberg

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