Saturday, 29. December 2007
Radhika On The Snows
As a solitary bird sings in the night,
I find you reclining
like a Hindu god on bed of jasmine, great fires burning in your eyes,
and confess I haven't loved others like this before,
for it is only in these hushed bluish dusks that I have come to know again what it is
to listen to a tremor of life, perhaps my own, sleeping, long sleeping,
under the heaviness of snows
My Poems
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