Among all, you are the one,
only one,
Who spoke less, who showed
less,
And who retained still the
bridal blush.
Among all, you are the one,
only one,
Who possesses all virtues a
woman
Should, and to the core is
sans flirting.
Among all, you are the one,
only one,
Who is reticent in words and
deeds,
And is very sensitive to
others’ views.
Among all, you are the one,
only one,
Who is deft, swift and
intelligent,
With a formidable and awful
backdrops.
Among all, you are the one,
only one,
Who is vamping not but
modest,
With a stature, unassailably
highest.
Among all, you, such like
you, only are,
Whose attention and care I
seduced
And in whose heart I took my
shelter.
What else, in life, do I
want?
Who else could have got that
fortune?
It is my pride that still I
am in ascent.
Give me or not, your bone and
flesh.
Take not from me your love,
For which I have mortgaged my
soul.
01.06.99, Palakkad.
No comments:
Post a Comment