When you wake up from my arms
When the glow worms beckons you
When you wish to read
The golden poems written by dusk on the horizon
The door is painfully open
When the orchids have woven their garlands
When the thunder wakes you up
When you wish you disentangle
Your fingers from my hair
The door is painfully open
When the echoes from highlands come to blow
With the growl of the valley
When you wish to take up your weapon
Of warhead with rose
When you wish to whisper the last word
The door is painfully open
When you want to become the son of this earth
When the throne await you to be crowned
When you wish to dethrone
The maiden of this soil
The door is painfully open
When the “chengi”of tresses of other woman lures you
When the songs of my valley no more pleases you
When you wish to shrug off from my aroma
From the cage of my love
The door is painfully open
though the door is open painfully,
ReplyDeletemight be not willingly...
a poem full of taste.
cheers,
ac meitei