Beneath the outgrowth
Of tender leaves of the fully
Blossomed ketaki tree,
She clasps the grass blades
Of her waning hope,
Incarcerated by the mildly
Fragranced winds.
His warm thoughts ripen
Another desire, that clings
To her wilting compassion
On a frost clinched morning
Of bedecked hemantha,
Quivering sensuously to the touch
Of her cold trinkets
She reaches with her bare palm
For the early dew that fell with all gentleness.
Alone in the dwindling
Towers of monarchy
He utters with unbearable
Pain the last words
Of consummately penned prose
Obliging the gloomy silence
For the first time
When the mutely vibrating chords
Caught breath and voiced
Her name on his trembling lips
For once hope peered past the mists
His heart ached with love
As he ran his fingers on the verse
That seems to bridge his love
By another pebble
Dropped devotedly by the words of no consequence
Seema Aarella
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-season-between/
