lalitha iyer

(7.6.1967 / Kochi, India)

Bride Of Winter


She is soft
and sings aloft
her hair is white
and her heart is a sight

she never wakes up
shivering with cold
her passions clothe her
with the hottest ride.

she dreams and dreams
her eyes full of love
she cooes her wildest woes
with wild nests thirsty of twos

she is barren with all desires buried
her touch is cutting and her hands are frozen
her kiss is knify and her lips are parched
she shall wake up as Summer melts her with passion.

Submitted: Thursday, January 09, 2014
Edited: Thursday, January 09, 2014
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  • Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi (1/9/2014 7:21:00 AM)

    Beautiful bride of winter,
    always looks for comforter,
    her mind thinks of her visitor,
    he may arrive with a sweater..

    Your poem is very beautiful and I thank you for sharing.. (Report) Reply

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