THE ROMANTIC DEATH

Oh! What do I see?

Whom do I see in the red shroud?

Your incomplete image- Ah!

I can’t stand it.

I cannot see my love again

And you do not touch me with your hands

To assure that you are “LOVE”My love,

and not its corpse.

Your twinkling eyes are closed,

Which sign not to reopen.

I wait, but they do not open To see me.

I cannot feel the warmth of your breath

Which would sooth my wounds

When you came to kiss them.

Ah! Your lips, they look so pale and blue

And do not come

To kiss the cut in my heart

My heart bleeds-And your hands,

‘so soft and smooth

’Once I complemented,

whenYou gently stroke on my cheeks with them.

but now no more again……

And the tinkling of your anklets

Which would break the silence of my life

Now do no more move.

For you are silent now,

I am lifeless.

My heart laments and calls you aloud,

But your ears,

so numb they are..

The don’t hear my call.

But once did they hear my heart

beat-Your waist so thin and slim

Did wave when you walked

And the heart of earth stopped beating

To hear your footsteps.

Your hair a collection of golden strings

Which reached your knees and swayed

When you, by signs to my request

To kiss your lips, denied.Alas!

Today is everything so still,

So fixed and motionless

I feel lonely without you.

I am lifeless.

I remember the night when laid together

Did we see a dream,

Of living together ever after

In love-light’s beam.

Then did

I hold your handsAnd pulled you near me

And waved my hands over your pink cheeks

And unite did we.

My lips could feel the moist touch

Of your reddened lipsAnd did

I taste the salt of your body

At each corner.

Your silky hair brought me sleep

When ran over my face.

You feared, gasped and slowly came

And joined me with my race.

And then slowly souls became one,

One did beat through the other

So mildly did mingle the two sexes

When one rested over the other.

Today, do I drop tears

And look at your pale face again and again.

And question you,

Why did you separate the two veins?

Oh! What do I see?

Whom do I see in the red shroud?

Wrapped so neatly and carefully!Is it?

Yes it is. It is me.Ah! My incomplete image!

Then who am I standing?

I was so lost in your thoughts

That could not see my own corpse…

Ah! Where are you?

Must be sad to see

The two bodies lying there so still.

Then I feel the same soft touch,

The same warmth of your breath

The silky strings cover your face

And uncover it again.

I find you with me,

and feel your tender touch

And the air feels with aroma.

I see you again mingle with me

After this long comma.

I feel myself with life again

And regain my breath.

For the world it is the

death of our romance,

But for us-THE ROMANTIC DEATH.