Husband is of age eighteen
Wife is below teen
Shiva like handsome hero
Waits for his beloved to bloom
Still she plays with little girls
Attending mother with chores
Attracted by the colors of earth
She knows not his closer breath
When a bud blooms
Who calls a bee?
When she becomes youth
Won’t he come to fuse?
I understand You are my Lord
I see many changes in me
In plays I have no more interest
Nights my eyes don’t rest
Earthly relations don’t have taste
Heart is pierced by separation
Devotion to You and aversion on earth
Grows more heavily as breasts of youth
Lord don’t make my life barren
Come soon to take me to join
Your chest eternally wide
And to keep me at Your side
Raman Savithiri
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/688-if-a-bud-blooms-251109/
