I am mute
till her song,
entered my flute,
I played notes of beauty,
she absorbed in her booty!
She left the shore
her song receded
in the shell
She left her
foot-prints in the sands of sunguine
heart!
Her mockery became
green memory
my smile became futile
in her presence!
but essence to me
I am waiting for her
perpetually,
passionately,
and profoundly
A plea to stars
to lie on her earth
and some to decorate
her dark, curly, dense hair
hovering in eternal ether!
Moon shine became pale
as her body glistens
Mirth melody flowing from my flute
started at my heart
traversing, traversing,
traversing,
crossing trees,
rivers, plateaus,
Mountains,
Oceans,
to reach her heart!
I am waiting for her heart's rare echo
relentlessly
Mula Veereswara Rao
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/waiting-for-her/
