When did it seep through the deserted mind
That grasps the soul of youthful solitude?
The seeming stance that wakens bliss
That finds the truth that lasts in its midst
When did it waken the spirit of life
That clutches the thread of truth that bares?
The streaming sadness of separation
That rules the existence for one that rares
When did it sow the maze of trust
That raves and rants the sordid air?
The captured spirit of mind of youth
That spirals from root to show it cares
mandara pookal
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-love-bleeds/
