love..

[ragav89]

Love at the lips was touchAs sweet as I could bear;
And once that seemed too much;
I lived on air
That crossed me from sweet things,
The flow of - was it musk
From hidden grapevine springs
Down hill at dusk?
I had the swirl and ache
From sprays of honeysuckle
That when they re gathered shakeDew on the knuckle.
I craved strong sweets, but thoseSeemed strong when I was young;
The petal of the roseIt was that stung.
Now no joy but lacks salt
That is not dashed with pain
And weariness and fault;
I crave the stainOf tears,
the aftermarkOf almost too much love,
The sweet of bitter barkAnd burning clove.
When stiff and sore and scarred
I take away my hand
From leaning on it hard
In grass and sand The hurt is not enough:
I long for weight and strength
To feel the earth as rough
To all my length.

[VENKIRAJA]

wonderful!

[Kanna]

ragav89
Ungaluku Prose and Poem pidikumo?

[ragav89]

ya i love a bit of it and many thanks for seeing it and encouraging a new comer..

[crazy]

ragav: beautiful.

[ragav89]

thanks crazy...

[gragavan]

Hi Ragav, please post all your poems in the same thread. That will help to track your poems and it will be easy for others to comment.

[ragav89]

ya will do has u said..thanks for informing.........

[gragavan]

thanks ragav

[sundararaj]

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