The Flame

Like memories in the mind,

Tiny leaves wave in the wind,

You look as graceful petite,

Who waits for her soul mate,

When I touch your trunk,

I feel the beloved's bosom,

Flame ! do you know how,

I long for her soft embrace.

I keep staring at the wall,

Lose track of all goings on,

Only her memory flashes,

Everything turns insipid,

I don't want to remember,

Anything except her face,

Desperate I seek her out ,

As flame burning in your lap.

Brush crimson on her lips,

That wind takes from you,

Succulence she owns like,

You throw beneath the feet,

When I look at your crown,

I think of her quiescent face,

When you wave your body,

I relish all her lithe moves.

Twirl and twist the leaves ,

I want to savor her laughs,

When you shed your shawl,

She will smile in solitude,

Whenever I walk past you,

Will open my heart to you,

Listen to all my pangs then,

Feel close as she can be !

© Harish Mamgain