My senses in vain ,nerves withered to pain. Mind never so serene ,body nears death. All menaces in human races warring by "Holy guns and cannons", let me die. Death is nothing to us but shadows; Life would be still euphoric in the meadows; Rattling machine guns no sadder than my love puns Birds prey my body than my foes. War is now headless and heedless Scorching heat drinks my blood oozing. Love bleeds more than my body Who is a raven to a dove Priceless if i yield my love Fallen feathers of love flap for once Body crumbled and weighs an ounce. Lovely encounters deeper than horizon Your words may fail the verses But the silence more solemn than fickle love. Every breath you gave me warmer Now frigid and colder than death. Every frame of life sleepwalks into me Thoughts are morbid yet relentless Life in the crampled old farm Amidst roosters and goats each Crowing and bleating our romantics. True love is formidable and transcends ages But I am the tragedy of time holding sigils of love No one to heal my tender bruises and scars Except your girly giggles that echoed in me. Let a flower blossom in my cemetery That sings my psalm for a century No more Lailas.No more Mumtazs. But you, "Irene, Irene, Irene..... ".
Submitted by Kabilan P , PSG College Of Technology , Coimbatore