Paradox

He never touched her limbs;

But she ever touched his heart.

She is not a paragon of beauty;

Yet to him she is par excellence.

She never spoke to him love;

Yet her every word is love.

It is before him that she blushed;

It is before her that he flushed.

They spoke less and chatted less;

But ocean of tacit feelings crossed.

She is the cause for his hundred poems,

And is the source of his youthful rhythm.

That much none kindled her;

That much none stirred him either.

His gain of her is immense;

Vice versa she only knows.

He let her know like ‘water in glass’;

She is yet to let her cat out of the bag.

Their paths would lead nowhere;

Still he treads on only that way.

Why is this paradox,

From their orthodox ?

No law is for stimulus.

Both ways it is perilous.

20.05.99, Palakkad