rain pounds the holy earth
on every hill, mount, steppe
meadow, valley and prairie
incessant and hard
as does your body
passionate, on mine.
your red hot passions
enter my tundraic emotions
like a sirocco, or do they?
untouched, I quiver.
when your fluid effervescent love
flows into my cold nothingness,
it does not fill the void within me,
it just creates more void.
It is far better to be loved than unloved. Love is a fire that must be kept going, even rekindled at times.
"ANJANDEV ROY rated a poem titled The Void Within Me 5- start ratings" thank you, dear poet
.......creates more void...... magnificent write.....thank u, dear poet...
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Dear Menon, my best wishes for u for the comment u gave in my poem 'stepmom'.Just imagine how these bed time stories were important for a peaceful social life in after years.Thanks again.
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