Page 73 - SHAPES OF LOVE
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STILL SHE!                                     He was in furious flood                               LOST LOVE
                                                             The mother cried and was dread
                                                                                                                   Her big brown deep eyes
              Besides, the bank of a river
                                                             The father jumped into the river                      Are like an ocean
              They sit on a bench.
                                                             To save his only promising dear                       Still she looks like a fairy
              Where they met first
                                                             Both son and father were drowned                      Compels me to be in notion
              And won each other's trust;
                                                             She cried but never could they find
                                                                                                                   Her black long hair
              With passage of time
                                                             She scattered into thousand pieces                    Are very fair
              They became yours to thine
                                                             As if were a broken sigh ,                            They surpass the shadow of a demon
              Life smiled at them
                                                             With a passive look she stays
              And had a son like sun;
                                                             As the days passed away;                              Her beautiful face
                                                                                                                   Better than an alluring moon
              Really he was strong and bold
                                                             Still she visits the place                            A mole on her chin
              Things were always in his hold,
                                                             Sits on bench near the river                          A killing spot round and thin
              As usual they came to the river
                                                             After throwing two flowers into water                 Turns into compass
              To have a walk there;
                                                             She prays to god to set them in heaven                And pushes me to an unknown heaven
                                                                                                                   She haunts me in my dreams to console
              Suddenly a devastating storm came
                                                             To my surprise never she feels alone                  For someone betrayed me in my youth.
              Thundering clouds put them in rain
                                                             Nor she seems in solitude
              They hurried to shelter under a big tree
                                                             She realizes their presence                           Her touches are cool and smooth
              To safe themselves from calamities;
                                                             In her heart and bosom.                               In my dreams often
              While running the boy slipped                                                                        I hold her up in my arms
                                                             @Sukhcharan Singh Sidhu                               With my trembling hands
              And fell into the middle of river
                                                                                                                   Shower kisses on her rosy lips
                                                                                                                   To satisfy  my wandering  lust.
                                                                                                                   But always shed tears on the sand
                                                                                                                   For my lost love.


                                                                                                                   @Sukhcharan Singh Sidhu


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