Poem: For You
I wobble through the river of disdain and misfortune,
I bleed in profusion as I pluck Roses,
I bear a twinge of rheumatism,
I have suffered such agony, for you.
So that the thorns of Roses don’t prick your gentle fingers,
I even drown in the depths, wherein Oceans climb
Cliffs so high that I sink and bustle
To inhale and exhale, yet quietly I sink to extract
Lustrous Pearls in adoration of my only Love, for you.
I burn in the Platonic Saga of Love,
Like the wax of a Candle dwindles down,
Like the hymn of Tides brush on shore,
Like the fine chopped Clouds in the velvety Sky,
For you, I delve deep into my Soul.
Ah! Why didst thou sprinkle salt on my raw wounds?
Why didst thou place thorns on my heels?
Why didst thou stab this tender Heart?
O Death! You’re poetic and I’ve promised your Poetry
To wear a Garland,
~ Copyright © Surabhi Kaura 2015