(6 January 1878 – 22 July 1967 / Illinois)

Nira’s Tale Of Love Vi

Nira’s Tale of Love VI

Not as a child of mother, She kept aloof;
Her virginity was mocked by Her mad proof.

“Oh Impurity! ” was Her only oddity,
With whom She enjoyed in nudity.

Few days passed on dreaming him,
‘Oh Akash’, finally got the name unseen.

Many portraits She carved in silence,
His nose, His ears, His lips in His absence.

While giving shape to the eyes of Her God;
Felt insecure, cozy and a sense of myriad.

She could not look at His radiating eyes,
Bathed in the sea of pure holy cries.

The twin curve were so charming like a saint’s rosary wing,
Her sunken, bald and tormented body was ready to sing.

Ecstasy- the angel she was searching for,
His dense turf on wide collar bowled her over.

The arched opening were most passionate,
She sucked blood out of it in night.

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Comments (8)

hmmm....this one just didn't do it for me. I'm not sure why, the imagery was sharp, but not really paralyzing. Given the potential of the subject, I don't think it plumbed the depths of pathos as deeply as it might. Poignant, yes.
amid the blood and crying- In all your hearts and heads Among the guns and saddles and muzzles: / Very poignant poem reflecting horrors and futility of wars. Thanks that the poet has voiced the concerns of people the world over.
excellent! It's the respected dedication all the soldiers of all time.
Running free blood! ! Thanks for sharing.
i like this poem it in a way talks about me and my gang life i march with red guns and red ones we are bloods and we keep the red up
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