Where have all the swallows disappeared?
So did all the fiery blossoms of my spring in a huff!
Oh! Who has purloined the fragrance of my days
And the breeze that brought me the warmth of your hug?
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Unnikrishnan, You may 'live' for now, BUT i FEAR that if you get TOO AROUSED your 'other body SYSTEMS'' may cease working! ! ! ! ! bri : )
You should be right, Bri. For, I know you write this from your experience (Smiles)
This is such a sensual, synaesthetic poem. Personally, I enjoyed it, thank you!
....AND on your poem's page I just gave it the highest marks possible. Very nice indeed! bri ;)
UNNI, I left this comment & others at the showcase: 'Actually, UNNI, I really think it is a fine success, NOT a poor attempt. It's even, AT LEAST, among the TOP FOUR poems presented here. [that's a joke; laugh now]Thanks. : ) bri '
I had posted rejoinders to Dr Nehal and Bri. But they have simply vanished. What should I do?
Ok, I plan to use this in a future 'Showcase' on P-H. Thanks. bri ;)
My rejoinders to Dr Nehal and Bri have disappeared. Magic, isn't it?
Bri, please tell me what should I write as rejoinder to your note😅☂️
My gratitude to you, Evelyn for the encouraging comments. Thank You.
My heart goes to you Evelyn, for all the good words on the poem. Thank You
Thank you, Evelyn. I started it as a poem of love, but in between sensuousness crept in, and I couldn't say no.
My notes on the comments of RM Smith and Rose Marie have disappeared. Where do I look for them now?
A beautiful poem of love so tenderly and lovingly expressed. Very passionate lines with great images. A well crafted and executed write. Top Marks! ! !
My heart goes to you for the invaluable words of appreciation. Thank You, Rose Marie.
Innocent question at the beginning of the poetry set the pace and tone to give birth to this mystic and philosophical poem. Nicely thought Unni ji.5****
Nice analytical note of the poem. Thank You, Dr Nehal.
Grateful to you, Dr Nehal. For the in-depth analysis and incisive comments. Thank You.
What is life without love? And the unloved, how do they exist?